Reality (Killing Every...) [Vocal]

Black Moon - “Reality (Killing 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 ass (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, killing
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 damn. We got
The Bucktown, Boot Camp attitude, kill 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)
Killing every n*gga in sight, killing every
n*gga in sight, killing 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 ass, bass 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)
Killing every n*gga in sight, killing every
n*gga in sight, killing every n*gga in...

[Verse 3: Buckshot]
I like the night if you like the night, ma. I like
The night (b*tch-ass 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 killing 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)
Killing every n*gga in sight, killing every
n*gga in sight, killing every n*gga in...