Reality Check Chords by Binary Star

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[G] is the introduction.
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_ [Gb] _ _ _ _ [Bm] Yo, _ this is how I represent.
I rock the mic 102% it's intimate.
I keep the party moving like an immigrant.
Binary star, superstar, it's no coincidence.
Every verse is intricate.
This ain't a circus in a tent.
We don't get down like them clowns in the tents.
I'm used to being indigent.
Who said it's all about the Benjamins?
I want a fortune.
I want to make music and hit the lottery.
Fortunately, my music is never watery.
That's how [D] it gotta be as far as I can see.
[Bm] Maybe you should grab a telescope to see my view is like [G] astronomy.
It ain't all about [Bm] economy.
So the fact that all these whack 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 Nostradamus making prophecy.
I told you cats a long time ago.
It ain't a stop.
I'm on your set.
It's not a threat.
It's a promise.
Got everybody riding on my wagon like the Amish.
But still, I never claim to be a big rap star.
It's no matter who you are.
It's still a lot of people.
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 let your money talk bullshit.
Walk while I keep it rolling like paraplegics.
Whoever's on the microphone, let it be known you in danger.
I got next like the Boston Strangler.
You ain't never heard an MC speak like this.
Rodney King ain't never felt to be like this.
[Bb] That is the main scene. _ _ _
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Get a grip on yourself cause you ain't gripping mine.
Life and times out alive.
Rap guys out of line.
Careers are finalized.
Collide with this serenade.
Cyanide.
You've applied for a suicide.
The thing that makes killers high.
Hang em high by they gold-naked necktie.
And drain em dry into tempest-side.
Now you ain't high, so you ain't that high.
Wanna be aeronautic, then get swatted for hack and [D] fly.
Masterminds, crafty rhymes.
[Bm] Hail, Wolfram's drafty lines.
They chill spines like the Alpines.
Running up walls, synonymous.
A close encounter of the worst kind.
Go ask them cats at Herdheim.
[D] Lyrical turpentine.
Who wanna taste mine?
I carry hell on the waistline.
God give the baseline, so let the phlegm fly.
[Bm] I surmise seven-five through the M-I.
When I forcefully jet, I end up in his eye.
Red eye, heads fly.
Bad eye, sharpshoot dead eye.
Snooze, cruise, set by.
Mary Lou, flipping eye.
Paper punk, whipping eye.
Soften eyes, simplify.
Represent, pepper eyes.
Signify.
Walking rhyme, ain't nothing similar.
Or Gemini.
We're in this perimeter, subliminal.
Cats be cut dry.
I'm a wild, wet guy.
I be raining precipitation.
Tell this one it's a [G] neck high.
Rest flat, kiss mid-sky.
[Bm] Without an alibi.
Who said you rap tight?
You come unraveled by a slice of this rap.
Scalpel guys, quick as apple pie.
I've learned in all schools of thought and shit you babble by.
Conceptual, intellectual, fox-like.
Scylla oxide.
Rhymes flow like a rock slide.
You must have forgot I slap your ass, knock me to cock.
I bruise, battered, broken up, broken cut, dip, dip, rock [D] slide.
Depth to the pot, slide. _
Usually I don't [Eb] do request numbers.
[Abm] Unless, of [Bb] course, I have been asked to do so.
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