Your Realitys' A Fantasy But Your Fantasy Is Killing Me - Coldcut V. Steinski-Goi

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 shits 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

I flock to refugees
Who flock to me

The roots the coup
And kick aside the genocide and the juice

Comedians actors nuclear reactors
Players and ballplayers
Singers dancers and rhyme sayers

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
sick a you

Community hoesis
Who posin as moses
In street clothist
Who be the closest who blows it

Every rhyme be for the future of mankind

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

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

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
Wit us in a tundra

Goin' under

Avoidin' cries from sodomized

Society

Scary getting screwed without a dictionary



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Writer(s): Masayuki Nakano, Michiyuki Kawashima
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