back But the things I've seen In those hazy dreams Can't compare to what I'm seeing now Everything's so different That it brings me to my knees And though I know the world of real emotion
Vector System Murder murder murder, kill kill kill drills Williams was real ill, but now I chill Fuck a record deal; my trainin' is real Look at the sword
on line When it's 45 King time Master of the Game, marks his fame, Mark's his name The 45 King is the self same Man who made the music that matched with
real. No one can ever buy our lives. This music will survive. Remember when we didn't play their game. We never worried about money of fame. This punk rock music
(feat. Goretex, Necro, Q-Unique) [Ill Bill] You like to take drugs and hear music, my album is engineered Like biotechnology, attach me to ya ear I
An' when y' took the notion Love is a game Did you imagine his emotion Everybody plays it the same Ever was the kind t' go f'coolin' It's a game - y'
'm the illest "We done seen it all, done been through it all yo" Cause I'm the illest "Let y'all niggaz know right now, word to mother f'real f'real" [
Deep in my heart - there's a fire - a burning heart Deep in my heart - there's desire - for a start I'm dying in emotion It's my world in fantasy I'm
on the BBC If you wanna see some reality on TV Real survivors make hip-hop music with no money And there's nothing really real about The Real World, trust
then again it goes against my Islamic believes So I'm a big game to get to know the honeys name 'Cause you know that I was lookin' for a real good time
glad that I, you know, I don't have to slave anymore. You know, 'cause I, music was my love, and because of everything I thought had to accompany my music
not for real The emotions I feel Oh- stronger than tempered steel Can't you see how I feel? Where did you come from? What's your name? Is it all a game
Words and music: jim johnston Close your eyes, the sea of emotion's run dry, there's just one beating heart. You know I'd search the whole world for
only thing advanced about your music Is that you need a computer to hear it This year your independent, Last year you was on some keep it real shit, right
my back baby It's all a game man don't hate me hate the game AZ the Visualiza return, once again Love life, hate, what the fuck... {*music fades*}
doin' her hair The jewels and gear, it's all there, fully equipped Body sick, she never played fair yeah (Ha) Far from classy, walk real nasty Talk real
music, I'm the illest We done seen it all, done been through it all, yo I'm the illest Let y'all niggaz know right now, word to mother f'real No doubt
