[Jamie Maddrox]
When you slip into reality.
Hoes wanna strattle me,
Player haters wanna battle me,
But I shed em' all like calories.
Prophecy preacher, lend your ear and I'll reach ya,
And if your willin to be taught Imma teach ya.
I'm not a people person, truth is I cant stand too many people.
So many fake the funk, perpatrate and call me evil.
But evil is a harsh word,
Tell the mocking bird that I said it,
A man of my word I wont regret it.
If I let it get to me like it get to them I'm no better.
The same message over and over with different senders.
Player hatin' is a art of a scandelous and shafty person.
Some do it oh so well I'll be damned if they dont rehearse it,
Disperse it, to people like me and you everyday,
And they expect the common man to turn his cheek and walk away,
And now I pray for a end of the madness,
No more sadness,
shall fall to my people who preside to be the baddest.
And all that they do and say -
But oh no shadow white cloud turnin' night to day.
Its so tremendous that you couldn't even walk away
if you choose to you even suppose to watch the ones you close to.
Now thats insane.
Tell me will it change? I'm confused,
Not a thing to lose.
This shit is far from positive and saddens like the booze.
Paying dues ain't the only part of duties that bestowed to the chosen,
Spittin lyrics in the microphone and
Dodgin player haters till my temper hit the ceilin.
And this how they got a nigga feelin.
I done fell into reality.
[Chorus 1x]
My renditions of reality.
call it Bad or Good.
Wrong or Right.
Believe in me.
Believe in me.
And I believe in you.
Everythings gonna be allright.
[Monoxide Child]
One day its goin hit me like a ton of bricks.
Im feelin so sick,
One of my dogs passed and shit.
I'm feelin like killin them all.
But whats that solve?
He's still goin be dead in the mornin,
Why take the fall?
Inside I be so mad I'm fin to burst.
Instead of Chevy's, my homey's rollin' in the back of a hurse,
You know whats worse?
Its to hard to coup with some days.
Murderous ways
Leavin me shakin in the days.
Comotose, completely tore up.
Nerves be so bad I wanna throw up,
I'm bout to blow up.
In a rage, I need to talk nobody wanna listen.
On the corner murder mindstate condition.
Overload! Pull the trigger.
Stress got the best of suicide pour out some liquor.
Another grave digger gets paid,
Diggin our grave for senseless ways,
Keep to ourselves and stay paid.
All my dogs cant die!
I visit the sky.
And reminise when I'm high.
I'm never gonna lie,
I got love for my peoples, dead or alive.
And we can smoke out in the ride of our memories.
[Chorus 1x]
Reality is just a fragment.
Fragment inside my soul.
My eyes are closed.
My head is spinnin.
My head is spinnin.
[Jamie Maddrox]
This is a musical masterpiece dedicated to down riders.
Keep it in yo clique fuck the outsiders,
People hatin on everythang and everythang's the same.
Everybody is a player and life is a silly game...
Its a damn shame,
Daddy died 11 years today.
I wonder if he know I'm doin straight.
Could you tell him somethin if you see my pops before I do?
Let him know that he's remembered by my crew.
And everyday, in my mind, any place, anytime,
Lookin in the sky for the seventh sign.
[Monoxide Child]
I walk around - nobody know's what I do.
sealin' fates and date rapes
As my body transends through this portal of life,
Smokin blunts wrongin my rights.
I live for the night because I melt in the light,
Completely outta site.
For facts so unknown,
So grotisque never stated on microphones.
So alone in this fucked up world, it sucks dick.
Everybody gotta problem with somethin' and you can bet that
I'll be the last one, more like the last dragon of sorts,
To ever let this world contort.
The way your thinkin its so essential,
It gives us all the potential
To take over the world in our mentals.
[Jamie Madrox & Monoxide Child]
If I cant live my life the way I wanna live my life..
Then why can't I die? Why can't I die?
[Jamie Madrox, Monoxide Child, Blaze, & Violent J overlapping]
My renditions of reality.
Call it wrong or right!
Believe in me and I believe in you and everything is tight.
Call it bad or good.
(Yeah)
Reality is a fragment inside my soul, my eyes are closed, and spinning, and
(Yeah)
I don't know.
(Reality)
Wrong or Right.
It's just reality, wrong or right, bad or good, just -
(Reality)
Believe in me. Believe in you.
Believe in me.
And I believe in you.
Reality is a fragment inside my soul, my eyes are closed, and spinning, and
(Reality)
Everythings gonna be alright.
I don't know.