Nothing Iz Real - Termanology

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M-Will

Termanology

Nothing is real

This whole rap game

Shit is all fake

Whack rappers and whack bitches

And these fake politicians, yo!

So what’s the deal, There’s nothing that’s real

It’s all appearance

Which is what they call spirits

Casting spells on the realist

Hookers be catching feelings

And feeling like you the menace

All up in your business, trying to be fussy and jealous

I learned myself, don’t trust no one else

Especially when she tell you there ain’t nobody else

Because she prolly tell, everyone she meet that

It’s just a way to keep your best trust and believe that

If your perceived as a person that they see whack

And everybody know you lie about your D pass

That you a sucka, and mothafuckas can see that

Part of the reason I’m bringing your LP back

Rap dudes, fake bitches, and politicians

They all the same, they turn snake for minor digits

If you don’t mind a your life could all be a fiction

No story and wind up on a list that shits kind of fitting

Do you believe?

In what you see?

(I don’t believe that)

Motionless wheel (I don’t believe that)

Nothing is real (I don’t believe that)

Do you believe?

In what you see?

(I don’t believe that)

Motionless wheel (I don’t believe that)

Nothing is real (Nothing is real)

And as for these rappers

None of this shit is real

Cars rented jewels rented

They borrow and steal

50 percent of rappers still living back at moms

20 percent of rappers still living behind bars

90 percent of rappers is broke and never blow

The other 10 are real

They hustle and slang coke

It’s all a big hoax

Most rappers have big hopes

But never see big doe

It’s all a big joke

Tears on they face

But they ain’t killing nothing

Trying to make you scared

Like niggas is real or something

This ain’t a horror movie

But it’s just as fake

Though its horrific when you think of the musical state

No Pumas and breaks

Emcees moving to place

Just dudes that are fake

Trying to be cool that they ain’t

You abusing this great

Music with tunes you create

Studio goons into place

Wish I can shoot at your face

Ayo taxes

Why you think there’s different kind of brackets

Some people get money

And put it under they mattress

Some people are funny

Like they rich and they above me

But I’m laughing at these yuppies

Like Pac spitting at cameras

Looking at my people’s eyes

Struggling to beat the odds

These politicians buy new stations and camera time

Fox News, CNN, and Channel 5

They all telling lies

Whatever they fantasize

I look into the eyes

Of these politicians

Take advantage of our women

Keep em standing in positions

Where they pay for babysitting

Trying to make a living

But it costs so much

To go to school they never finish

You can say it’s all a business

Or the government is tripping

But If we don’t wanna listen

There’s no way that we could switch it

I could see all this vivid shit

That some people are missing

Homie, don’t you get it twisted

None of this shit is real

None of this shit is real