*Binary Star / Reality Check

(I have a request tonite...when you here this..that is the introduction)

 

scratching....(do you love pianos?)

 

 

 

[Tekniq]

 

This is how I represent I rock the mic 110 percent

 

It's intimate, I keeps the party moving like a imigrant

 

Binary Star, superstar its no coincidence

 

Every verse is intricate, this ain't a circus in a tent

 

We don't get down like them clowns and the kids

 

I'm use to being indegent, who said its all about the Benjamin's?

 

I wanna fortune, I wanna make music and hit the lottery

 

Fortunately my music is never watery

 

That's how its gotta be, as far as I can see

 

Maybe you should grab a telescope to see my veiw its like astronomy

 

It aint all about economy

 

so the fact that these wack emcees is making G's don't bother me

 

Honestly, my number one policy is quality

 

never sell my soul is my philosophy

 

High velocity, lyrics like Nastradamus make a prophecy

 

I told you cats a long time a go it ain't no stoppin' me

 

I bomb your set that's not a threat its a promise

 

Got everybody ridin' on my wagon like the Amish

 

But still I never claim to be a big rap star

 

So no matter who you are its still Allah who act God

 

Better believe this, most rappers can't achieve this

 

I'm bad to the bone but x-rays can't even see this

 

See I'm strategic I letcha money talk bullshit walk

 

While I keep it rollin' like parapalegics

 

Whoever's on the microphone let it be known

 

You in danger, I got next(necks) like the Boston Strangler

 

You ain't never heard an emcee speak like this

 

And Rodney King ain't never felt a beat like this

 

 

 

Voice: (That is the Main theme)... scratching.. ( I wanna know something else)

 

 

 

[Senim Silla]

 

Get a grip on yourself cuz you ain't grippin mines

 

Life and times, outta lies rap guys outta line careers I finalize

 

collide with this seranade cyanide you apply for Silla's high

 

The thing that makes killa's high

 

Hang 'em high by the gold link necktie

 

And drain 'em dry into tempest eye now you ain't God

 

so you ain't that high wanna be aeronautic

 

And get swatted for actin' fly

 

Masterminds crafty rhymes, I'll rip from drafty lines

 

that chill spines like the Alpines, runnin up on some natural binds

 

A close encounter of the worst kind

 

Go ask the cats that heard I'm lyrical turpentine

 

Who wanna taste mine I gotta carry hill on the wasteline

 

God give the bassline so let the phlegm fly

 

I survive seven-five through the M-ine, when I forcefully Jedi

 

On the wooze I red-eye, heads fly bet I, sharpshoot dead-eye

 

Snooze crews bed bye, Mary lou flippin' I pistol pump grippin

 

I stompin, I semper-fi represent, temper high, signify

 

Walkin round ain't nothin similar

 

Like a Gemini, in this perimeter sublimin-ie

 

Cats be cut dry more why I wet guys

 

I be rainin precipitation 'til it's one inch your neck high

 

Less fly kids misguide, without an alibi

 

Who said you rap tight? You come unraveled by

 

Slice of this rap scalpel, guys quick as apple pie

 

I'm learned in old schools of thought and shit you baffled by

 

Conceptual intellectual fireslide

 

Silla oxide rhymes flow like a rockslide

 

you musta forgot I, have your ass knockneed and cockeyed

 

Bruised, battered, broken up, walkin, cut dipped in peroxide

 

Death to the Pop Fly

 

 

 

( I usualy don't do request numbers)... scratching..

 

( unless of course I have been asked to do so)...

Done