Song Description

A showing of lyrical growth but yet the same type of content that i started with, showing that my skills have heavily been revamped in 5 years, but I'm still the same Cyco.

Lyrics

It's still a north dub e s t side thang, and fuck the mainstream cuz its time to make it bang, im packin more game than a sega, cuz im like a razor blade straight to your garcia vega, mothafuckaz still get papped on caps blown so im strapped on cuz the worlds like a battlezone, find me in all black and white attire cuz the wrong colors get your ass caught in the crossfire, its real ridahz real shit reality with baggies full of cavi tryin to add to our salary, anybody killa! stompin in my houseshoes, down to turn this house party into the house of blues, i got my cup filled up to the brim, slurrin when im yellin fuck you, you, and him, we aint your average everyday tom dick and kims, so if you aint down then go fuck with them, now you can make your wrist shine if thats what it takes, but if you flossin around here thats a big mistake, around my neck of the woods, we fiendin for cash so if you aint got a pass homie thats yo ass, yea i see you, mackin to these hoes wit a front, and i hope that you get your dick burnt like a blunt, cuz when im in the chevy on the grind wit my brotha, i aint got time to hear you cryin to your lova, that shit you call hip hop today is for suckaz so keep the billboard imma keep it real mothafucka

Hook: Reality check, I'm still comin at a level that you didn't expect, it took my 5 damn years to gain a lil respect and I'll be damned if imma let it slip so imma check all you fake ass mothafuckin thugs in debt, so bow down now fool you fuckin wit a vet, call up your homeboy and let em know im still alive to bring reality back for 2005

I steps up, homie im colder than grade a beef straight out the deli, and im smokin on some grade a chief, all in your belly with a hollow may they lay they wreath, cuz we come through like its normandy and storm the beach, but this a d-day, this is g-day, and we on a mad dash for the cash like a 100 meter relay, with no delay we bring an entourage, bumpin the coldest shit that you can fit in 24 bars i aint.. breakin the laws i just bend em enough to keep the cash flowin but im never in cuffs, and if it aint ruff it aint us, while you fools boast too much my nine milli's callin your bluff, never over exposed, but always underestimated, hit the scene dedicated and left the scene devistated, without a single witness we just handlin bidness, hand on a 40, other on a strap mashin for biscuits, north highland ridin roll with tha azylum if it aint about the dollars then it aint no sense in tryin, level headed hella breaded waitin to get elevated, if you hatin watch for somethin strapped to your escalade, the malice in wonderland and i got the upper hand, to have your bitch screamin cuz i stretch like a rubberband, damn i can understand why you hate it, but don't blame me, im just a cyco representin for the OKC

Hook

This aint your average ordinary stereotypical cherry poppin dairy queen club hoppin shit that you're used to, its that masterminded north highland stratejacket ridin azylum in time you'll find that i am here to abuse you, i spit like a camel and im lit like a candle off a fifth of jack daniels bumpin bangin ass samples roamin the block and whether you like it or not, im steppin back in the house to put this game on lock, i aint gon sell out the streets like them other faggots and i aint gon shine no bling bling cuz this aint no beauty pagent, put on your glasses and peep whats really goin on, who let these high school geeks graduate to a microphone? damn mista cyco wheres the love? its hangin right around the same vacinity as my nuts, i remain untouched so face the facts, this aint no act i aint got this game out a box of cracker jacks, im killa with the flow like im killa with tha 4, i can one shot gotcha without usin a scope and ride away clean like i was a bar of soap, the hardest artists on the radio is me and crazyloc, call me mista incredible out to stack my dinerio if you lookin for the real then keep your ear to the stereo cuz tonight its no more picnicin its gettin rediculous and im sick wit it, its time to get gangsta wit it and stay committed

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