| 歌曲 | Reality Check |
| 歌手 | Binary Star |
| 专辑 | Masters of the Universe |
| (Intro) | |
| (I have a request tonight... when you hear this… that is the introduction) | |
| scratching.... (Do you love pianos?) | |
| (One Man Army) | |
| This is how I represent I rock the mic 110 percent | |
| It's intimate, I keeps the party moving like a immigrant | |
| Binary Star, superstar its no coincidence | |
| Every verse is intricate, this ain't a circus in a tent | |
| We don't get down like them clown syndicates | |
| I'm used to being indigent, who said its all about the Benjamins? | |
| I want a fortune, I wanna make music and hit the lottery | |
| Fortunately my music is never watery | |
| That's how it's gotta be, as far as I can see | |
| Maybe you should grab a telescope to see my view its like astronomy | |
| It ain't all about economy | |
| so the fact that these wack 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 make a prophecy | |
| I told you cats a long time ago it ain't no stoppin' me | |
| I bomb your set that's not a threat its a promise | |
| Got everybody ridin' on my wagon like the Amish | |
| But still I never claim to be a big rap star | |
| Cause no matter who you are its still Allahu Akbar | |
| Better believe this, 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 letcha money talk bullshit, walk | |
| While I keep it rollin' like paraplegics | |
| Whoever's on the microphone let it be known | |
| You in danger, I got next(necks) like the Boston Strangler | |
| You ain't never heard an emcee speak like this | |
| And Rodney King ain't never felt a beat like this | |
| Voice: (That is the Main theme)... scratching.. ( I wanna do something else) | |
| (Senim Silla) | |
| Get a grip on yourself cause you ain't grippin mines | |
| Life and times, outta lies rap guys outta line careers I finalize | |
| collide with this serenade cyanide you've applied for Silla's high | |
| The thing that makes killa's high | |
| Hang 'em high by the gold link necktie | |
| And drain 'em dry into tempest eye now you ain't God | |
| so you ain't that high wanna be aeronautic | |
| And get swatted for actin' fly | |
| Masterminds crafty rhymes, I'll rip from drafty lines | |
| that chill spines like the Alpines, runnin up on some natural binds | |
| A close encounter of the worst kind | |
| Go ask the cats that heard I'm lyrical turpentine | |
| Who wanna taste mine? I carry hill on the waste line | |
| God give the bass line so let the phlegm fly | |
| I survive seven-five through the M-ine, when I forcefully Jedi | |
| On the wooze I red-eye, heads fly bet I, sharpshoot dead-eye | |
| Snooze crews bed bye, Mary Lou flippin' I paper pump grippin' | |
| I stompin', I semper-fi represent, temper high, signify | |
| Walkin' round ain't nothin' similar | |
| Like a Gemini, in this perimeter sublimin-ie | |
| Cats be cut dry, I'm a wild wet guy | |
| I be rainin' precipitation 'til it's one inch from neck high | |
| Less fly kids misguide, without an alibi | |
| Who said you rap tight? You come unraveled by | |
| Slice of this rap scalpel, guys quick as apple pie | |
| I'm learned in old schools of thought and shit you baffled by | |
| Conceptual intellectual fire slide | |
| Silla oxide rhymes flow like a rock slide | |
| you musta forgot I, slap your ass knockneed and cockeyed | |
| Bruised, battered, broken up, open cut dipped in peroxide | |
| Death to the Pop Fly | |
| (I usually don't do request numbers)... scratching.. | |
| (Unless of course I have been asked to do so)... |
| Intro | |
| I have a request tonight... when you hear this that is the introduction | |
| scratching.... Do you love pianos? | |
| One Man Army | |
| This is how I represent I rock the mic 110 percent | |
| It' s intimate, I keeps the party moving like a immigrant | |
| Binary Star, superstar its no coincidence | |
| Every verse is intricate, this ain' t a circus in a tent | |
| We don' t get down like them clown syndicates | |
| I' m used to being indigent, who said its all about the Benjamins? | |
| I want a fortune, I wanna make music and hit the lottery | |
| Fortunately my music is never watery | |
| That' s how it' s gotta be, as far as I can see | |
| Maybe you should grab a telescope to see my view its like astronomy | |
| It ain' t all about economy | |
| so the fact that these wack 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 make a prophecy | |
| I told you cats a long time ago it ain' t no stoppin' me | |
| I bomb your set that' s not a threat its a promise | |
| Got everybody ridin' on my wagon like the Amish | |
| But still I never claim to be a big rap star | |
| Cause no matter who you are its still Allahu Akbar | |
| Better believe this, most rappers can' t achieve this | |
| I' m bad to the bone but xrays can' t even see this | |
| See I' m strategic I letcha money talk bullshit, walk | |
| While I keep it rollin' like paraplegics | |
| Whoever' s on the microphone let it be known | |
| You in danger, I got next necks like the Boston Strangler | |
| You ain' t never heard an emcee speak like this | |
| And Rodney King ain' t never felt a beat like this | |
| Voice: That is the Main theme... scratching.. I wanna do something else | |
| Senim Silla | |
| Get a grip on yourself cause you ain' t grippin mines | |
| Life and times, outta lies rap guys outta line careers I finalize | |
| collide with this serenade cyanide you' ve applied for Silla' s high | |
| The thing that makes killa' s high | |
| Hang ' em high by the gold link necktie | |
| And drain ' em dry into tempest eye now you ain' t God | |
| so you ain' t that high wanna be aeronautic | |
| And get swatted for actin' fly | |
| Masterminds crafty rhymes, I' ll rip from drafty lines | |
| that chill spines like the Alpines, runnin up on some natural binds | |
| A close encounter of the worst kind | |
| Go ask the cats that heard I' m lyrical turpentine | |
| Who wanna taste mine? I carry hill on the waste line | |
| God give the bass line so let the phlegm fly | |
| I survive sevenfive through the Mine, when I forcefully Jedi | |
| On the wooze I redeye, heads fly bet I, sharpshoot deadeye | |
| Snooze crews bed bye, Mary Lou flippin' I paper pump grippin' | |
| I stompin', I semperfi represent, temper high, signify | |
| Walkin' round ain' t nothin' similar | |
| Like a Gemini, in this perimeter subliminie | |
| Cats be cut dry, I' m a wild wet guy | |
| I be rainin' precipitation ' til it' s one inch from neck high | |
| Less fly kids misguide, without an alibi | |
| Who said you rap tight? You come unraveled by | |
| Slice of this rap scalpel, guys quick as apple pie | |
| I' m learned in old schools of thought and shit you baffled by | |
| Conceptual intellectual fire slide | |
| Silla oxide rhymes flow like a rock slide | |
| you musta forgot I, slap your ass knockneed and cockeyed | |
| Bruised, battered, broken up, open cut dipped in peroxide | |
| Death to the Pop Fly | |
| I usually don' t do request numbers... scratching.. | |
| Unless of course I have been asked to do so... |