Reality Check Songtext
von Da Circle

Nothing ass niggas (nothing), nothing ass flows (nothing)
Forever shit talking, a bunch of assholes

Claiming that you hugging the block (block), ducking the cops
Don′t make you hot, that means you sucking hip hop
It's a dirty game (game), and you ain′t built for the fame (nah)
Get out that man lane, dressing and rhyming the same (beat it)
Be original, you petty ass criminal (yeah)
Large figure niggas ain't trying to be lyrical (nah)
They don't walk around, with a ratchet on their physical

They well guarded, and they movements invisible (yeah)
If you really wealthy like you tell me (tell me)
Then why′d you sign your life away for OPM to do an LP? (uh huh)
Under smell me, you plastic niggas is see through (see through)
Bars subpar, your beats is weak too (yeah, yeah)
Just to false alarm to the people (come on)
Homie like the boy who cries wolf, nobody believes you


Is that real hip hop, when you rhyme about gwop?
When your record sales stop and your ass get dropped?
How you rhyme about crime, the after you shine?
Start snitching, laying blueprints for one time
That′s crack music, corporate rap music
And these days, that shit is wack and useless
Where's your dignity, and your self respect?
It′s the Circle, giving a reality check

Ayo these, niggas talking about the riches they require
But it's apparent that these are only fantasies they desire
Because it′s, never more from niggas that never soar
They spend they cheddar for and spend life forever poor
I spit it forever raw for real time with real urgency
These broke niggas stuck in the past, with no currency

Just be a courtesy, my true flow frightening
Too many wanna follow the first nigga like Joe Biden
So they, floss their jewels, run their mouths and throw beef
But they get fucked up, and have to try to floss with no teeth
The whole facade comes crashing, mirage was embarrassing
Careers burning up like it was doused up in kerosene
So where's the carats and the diamonds that you spoke about?
All the drugs and them rims that be poking out (where they at?)
It seems to me that rap is now about fairy tales

I guess that′s why the real niggas don't get any sales


Is that real hip hop, when you rhyme about gwop?
When your record sales stop and your ass get dropped?
How you rhyme about crime, the after you shine?
Start snitching, laying blueprints for one time
That's crack music, corporate rap music
And these days, that shit is wack and useless
Where′s your dignity, and your self respect?
It′s the Circle, giving a reality check

Rose up through the ranks, I'm lieutenant now

Knee deep in the trenches, still putting it down
Y′all make fake friends, I make bonds with a pen
Arm myself with a tech and been on tour ever since
Rev-A-Larm's original, chop, bag and flip syllables

Trafficking the merch OT, it′s profitable
The show stoppers, riot starters

Niggas get ducked out and pummeled when the Circle get retarded
Maneuver through the crowd like sharks on feeding frenzies
My show cold fusion dog, pure energy
Adrenaline boost the serotonin
Making your neck, snap back when Slim and Fats is on it
Crack backs of opponents, expose 'em as frauds
Leave ′em hog tied, with the microphone cords
Send 'em off to the yard, mummified in gauze
Screaming revolution, cause they bled for the cause

Is that real hip hop, when you rhyme about gwop?
When your record sales stop and your ass get dropped?
How you rhyme about crime, the after you shine?
Start snitching, laying blueprints for one time
That's crack music, corporate rap music
And these days, that shit is wack and useless
Where′s your dignity, and your self respect?
It′s the Circle, giving a reality check