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black moon - reality (killing every...) [vocal] lyrics

black moon – “reality (k!lling every…)”
[emcee(s): buckshot]
[producer(s): william rosario]
[sample 1 (melody): quincy jones – “summer in the city”]
[sample 2 (melody): roy ayers ubiquity – “we live in brooklyn, baby”]
[sample 3 (drums): dennis coffey – “whole lot of love”]

[intro: buckshot]
bundy, shut your f-cking -ss (yo, man, we just recorded that!). yeah. the f-ck?

[verse 1: buckshot]
look inside of the mind and see
original heads, check 1, 2, 3
light ‘em up. hawaiian cess bless my mind
now i kick the rhyme for the nickel nine, take a sip a wine
but e&j’ll make a n-gga laid
figured i stay to the blunts, save the liquor for my n-gga dee
i’ll represent the original head, k!lling
the original dead. (booyah!) that’s my n-gga dred
blowing the spot (blao!). f-ck a philly
five got the dutch, buckshot got the colin powell
check my dialect from my diaphragm
you got your nine by your waistline, and
me and my n-ggas don’t give a d-mn. we got
the bucktown, boot camp att-tude, k!ll a man
timberland make me general
roughneck wild, big ‘em up now, bob marley style
cheech & chong style, light-the-bong style—that’s
light at night, puffing the l by the river nile
i smoke so much lye, i hallucinate
ill visions in my head, everybody must dead

[hook: buckshot] (x4)
k!lling every n-gga in sight, k!lling every
n-gga in sight, k!lling every n-gga in…

[verse 2: buckshot]
i wake up in the morning (we puff lye)
i wake up in the evening (we puff lye)
check the blahzayblah. i’m feeling the vibe from the rhythm and
the soul. i pack a twenty-sack and watch a n-gga fold
don’t you hate n-ggas who make records for b-tches?
it’s all about the blunts—f-ck them stunts. now
what you want is what you get like mickey dee
b-tch, bend over, blow me so i can feel a breeze
giving my enemies time to recollect on
the past, when i bust that -ss, b-ss took your check
figured i’d get bigger when i lose my beeper
knocked your head plus knot your dread, all while you’re dead
we be i and i be we ‘cause we be family
buckshot, 5ft., and evil dee
t-to-the-r-e-v and
the m-to-the-e-e-c-h-e
all my n-ggas in the place to be
can i get an amen? (amen!) see, we be…

[hook: buckshot] (x4)
k!lling every n-gga in sight, k!lling every
n-gga in sight, k!lling every n-gga in…

[verse 3: buckshot]
i like the night if you like the night, ma. i like
the night (b-tch–ss n-ggas, take flight)
you want your gun? i got your millimeter, i eat
a sucker duck emcee to smoke blunts by the centimeter
right away to serve the n-gga on a curb
i love my n-ggas, so my n-ggas puff herb—now
my n-ggas, throw your blunts in the air like this
(like this) original crooks never get dissed
if we get dissed, n-ggas get that to the back
5, where you at? (right here!)
another mission to be dissing, and who do i
be dissing? (b-tches) god, f-ck the intermission
it’s about k!lling the n-gga, the one playing
the bigger, the one playing the sucker ducks with a trigger
i feel a bump coming on in the set
(son parlay on the wreck) f-ck that. time to break a neck

[hook: buckshot] (x4)
k!lling every n-gga in sight, k!lling every
n-gga in sight, k!lling every n-gga in…

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