Reality (Beat Version)
Ha ha
Stick 'em, stick ’em, brrr
Brrr, stick it
Come on, to the funky beat to it
Oh baby, oh baby
Ha ha ha ha ha
(Beat boxing)
[Prince Markie Dee, Kool Rock-Ski, Together]
We want to show the people, that we are the best
The microphone kings and we're always fresh
We got an ultimate sound and a funky new beat
I'm number one, number two, check out number three
We got a human beat box, who’s hot like fire
Make the other beat box, just want to retire
So if you think it's time to make that move
Don't start the hesitation, just get into the groove
As you break
[Buffy]
(Beat boxing)
[Verse 1: Prince Markie Dee, Kool Rock-Ski, Together]
Now, once upon a time, in a land called grime
Crazy people runnin' 'round, actin' like slime
Sayin', "Boy I'm gonna get ya, if ya try to [?]"
"If you don’t give me, what you call mine"
I can’t look for my boys, up the street
It don't do no good, ’cause they're too weak
I can't take this deal, to the man
I'd just waste my time, but they don’t understand
So what ya gonna do when you can't get help?
I gotta be a vigilante, go for self
'Cause this New York town, you might think it's funny
It' rough, it's tough and it's takin' your money
Wheelin', stealin', double-dealin'
Everybody's killin' just to get that feelin'
[Chorus: Prince Markie Dee & Kool Rock-Ski]
So move off the block boy, don't be a man's toy
Get yourself a J-O-B
Leave all the homeboys, let them destroy, face reality
[Verse 2: Kool Rock-Ski]
I live in the city with a man on my back
Houndin' me around, like a dog on a cat
The boy think he bad, because he kinda like that
Walkin' around with his [?] hat
Doin' cee-lo dice tryin' to make your livin'
You think of givin' up, but you're never gonna give in
Runnin' down the street with your head up high
'Cause everybody knows you're a thief in disguise
Tryin' to hang with the big shots, boy you ain't hot
'Cause everything you get, everybody done got
So slow on your pace, so weak in your face
Everytime I turn around, you're always getting chased
[Chorus: Prince Markie Dee & Kool Rock-Ski]
So move off the block boy, don't be a man's toy
Get yourself a J-O-B
Leave all the homeboys, let them destroy, face reality
[Verse 3: Prince Markie Dee]
The man down the street with the big white hat
Why do his shoes go clickity-clack?
'Cause he got a big car and he's got much money
His name is The Mack, and he wants you honey
Just step into my ride, you and I
We'll stroll to my crib on the upper east side
Where the rich people party and drink Bacardi
Wine and dine 'til the morning light
And we can make love, all night long
C'mon big momma, it'll be alright
So in a couple of weeks, you'll be out in the street
Workin' on the corner with the rest of his freaks
[?] sucker with the beautiful [?]
He just wants to baby doll her because he think it helps
So if you're walkin' down the street and you see that hat
Just remember that The Mack is a hamburger snack
[Chorus: Prince Markie Dee & Kool Rock-Ski]
So move off the block boy, don't be a man's toy
Get yourself a J-O-B
Leave all the homeboys, let them destroy, face reality
T-T-T
[Buffy]
(Beat boxing)
[Verse 4: Kool Rock-Ski]
I live in the city on a crazy block
Somebody stole my car right out of the lot
Now I gotta take the train, so damn hot
Curse once in the bar, somebody gets shot
Gotta float through the streets, all kind of nice
'Cause I ain't got my ride and you know it ain't right
My girl had the nerve to call me a boy
'Cause I can't cruise around in my [?] black toy
Her money ran out and so did she
Nobody left but me-ah
It's reality
It's you and me
And black people, white people, can't you see?
No matter what the color of your skin
If we just say, "Hi", you can be my friend
[Chorus: Prince Markie Dee & Kool Rock-Ski]
So move off the block boy, don't be a man's toy
Get yourself a J-O-B
Leave all the homeboys, let them destroy, face reality
[Verse 5: Prince Markie Dee, Kool Rock-Ski]
You just work those corners, use those drugs
You're livin' in a house full of roaches and bugs
No high school diploma, can't tell the time
No money in your pocket, not even a dime
Spent half your days, roamin' the streets
You got dirty [?] jet set on your feet
Have fights with the [?] but never win
[?] said, "His side was [?]
T-Bird, Night Train, Olde Gold team
Get drunk as hell, lick the bottles clean
Get the welfare checks, you think you're on
You get [?] then your heart is torn
Then the only action is, a life of crime
Kickin' people up, takin' every last dime
It's sad, this guy who was hot to trot
With the trey-eight, his brother just shot
Sock you in the head, and now [?]
Because [?] and nothing was said
You would get forgotten and not get gone
So I push you down with Santa Claus [?]
[Chorus: Prince Markie Dee & Kool Rock-Ski]
So move off the block boy, don't be a man's toy
Get yourself a J-O-B
Leave all the homeboys, let them destroy, face reality
[Verse 6: Prince Markie Dee, Kool Rock-Ski, Together]
Take our advice, just stay in school
Get a good, honest job, don't play the fool
Don't smoke no reefer, don't drink no beer
Keep a straight mind, and have no fear
And when you get something new, you better watch your back
Because the people 'round here'll bust a cap off your cat
And if your ex do somethin' you don't want to do
Like using those drugs or sniffing that glue
Turn it down then turn around
Walk around, like you own the town
You'll be proud of yourself, for what you are
Move ahead in life and you will get far
And when you have young ladies runnin' around and down
Give 'em our advice and say, "Pass it down"
[Chorus: Prince Markie Dee & Kool Rock-Ski]
So move off the block boy, don't be a man's toy
Get yourself a J-O-B
Leave all the homeboys, let them destroy, face reality
[Outro: Prince Markie Dee & Kool Rock-Ski]
Ha ha
Face reality
Doc Nice
Gotta face reality
T-Ski
Gotta face reality
Markie Dee
Gotta face reality
Dr. C
Gotta face reality
[?]
Gotta face reality
Joe Nice
Gotta face reality
L C
Gotta face reality
DJ [?]
Gotta face reality
You and me
Gotta face reality
The whole world
Gotta face reality
T-T-T-T
T-T-T-T
T-T-T-T
T-T-T-T
