Boom Boom Satellites Your Realitys' A Fantasy But Your Fantasy Is Killing Me lyrics

Come on and get some
I wanna bust and blow
What you want?
Is it real?
Is it real?
What you want, what you want, what you want?
Well, I swear you could take it there

Blind eyes, sky
Like you be high
Superfly
Why, oh why?
You say you can't die, can't get in
Come on and get some

Is it real?
Is it real?
Is it real?

What you want?
What you want?
What you want?
Come on

Color of dead
Looks like your future is history
Why you diss in me
Ain't no mystery
On the outside peekin' in
End of your freeride
No way you can win
Beginnin' of the end
Of my liberal friends who pretend
Everything's changed
But ain't nuttin changed much
Uhh this is Chuck

Stays to the left of negro
To the right of nigga
Just black be where my mind is at
Shit, where the rest of my cats?
High trees catch a lot of wind my friend
My shit's in a bind
Fine line between aware and blind
You don't mind they don't mind
Some of them ain't got a mind
Mind over matter, I don't mind
And you don't matter

Your reality's a fantasy but your fantasy is killing me
Your reality's a fantasy but your fantasy is killing me
Your reality's a fantasy but your fantasy is killing me
Your reality's a fantasy but your fantasy is killing me

I flock to refugees
Who flock to me
Who am I, Chuck D
The roots the coup
And kick aside the genocide and the juice
Y'all don't know
Comedians actors nuclear reactors
Players and ballplayers
Singers dancers and rhyme sayers

Why do us like you do, Why do us like you do?

Ska doo
Fuck da residue
Frustrated 5 on 2S
No breaks for madd crews
Now who the fuck is you, who the fuck is you?
I'm sick of you
Community hoses
Who posin as moses
In street clothist
Who be the closest who blows it
Every rhyme be for the future of mankind
Y'all don't know this
Crazy heads cuttin' off the dreads
Ruin health
Wit no knowledge of self
Incommin' taxes break in backs off a blacks
Who dome 400 years in this abyss?
So I piss
Y'all don't know this
Every rhyme be for the future of mankind

Your reality's a fantasy but your fantasy is killing me
Your reality's a fantasy but your fantasy is killing me
Your reality's a fantasy but your fantasy is killing me
Your reality's a fantasy but your fantasy is killing me
Killing me, killing me, killing me
Is it real, is it real?
What you want, what you want...

Some things in the air
When the smoke clears
Will it only be white folks and black jokes
How many be gone
If they bomb barbershops and hair salons
Time to dot com
Before they rub out clubs
Where you get your drink on
Mother father sister bro
Love is the message
But war be on the front page
In this mess-age
Ghetto celebs spread by the hundred
Macked by the same tactics
With us in a tundra
It be goin' under
Avoidin' cries from sodomized society
Scary, ya'll
Scary getting screwed without a dictionary
Shouldn't scare me, shouldn't scare me

Your reality's a fantasy but your fantasy is killing me
Your reality's a fantasy but your fantasy is killing me
Your reality's a fantasy but your fantasy is killing me
Your reality's a fantasy but your fantasy is killing me
Your reality's a fantasy but your fantasy is killing me
Your reality's a fantasy but your fantasy is killing me
Your reality's a fantasy but your fantasy is killing me
Your reality's a fantasy but your fantasy is killing me