Starvin B - The Wiz Lyrics

Get in touch with reality
When reality touch you
You start to wonder
What has this galaxy come to
Emotion can't bust through a Salary cap
When life's a bitch
That suck the charge out your Battery pack
Well that's that and
This is this and
The truth is that
I ain't stuck at all
Passing by the faces I knew
Like oooh fuck 'em all
Same cats trying to eat alone when Cops will cuff us all
I was on the floor still scoring they Couldn't touch the ball
Turning my back and sending 'em Packing
Got nothing to ask 'em
Put them on blast see the reaction We gonna keep Black in they gon Keep acting
Never get Oscars
Get sent to the doctor
Like dime que pasa
Pull up your skirt you're in for a Shocker
Knew he was whack
Just look at ya posture
I hold the mic and leave you folding Like a slice of pizza
Breaking night to fight the reaper Just cuz I'm the type of creature
Beat you to the punch eat your Beat for lunch
Without the fork and knife
The way I stalk the mic is like
New York at night

Ha ha ha ha
Look what I could do

Cinematic mindscape
My collection of crime tapes
Never record time dates
Or help compile data for these beta With the jackets that display a fbi Or dea
My bumper sticker might say uh
Gotti for mayor
Don't hate the player
You should hate the game
That you created
Flicking pictures
At could be killers
That's instigating
Get your facts straight
These suck as don't trap weight
They wait for they rat mother to Lactate
And sleep on a crack plate
Let's back pace
How the fuck you donning if you Paul Massoning
I ain't with all that yelling shit you Get the sober warning
Doing nothing that's a no for Starvin
Y'all like to keep it in the fam Especially when you be Overcharging
I hold the partying title
Handlin white
The intercontinental champ of the Night will cancel ya life
When we dancing on reputations With
The pillow talk from old Relationships
That get ya faces ripped
You could just not say the shit
Zip up ya lip
And play the latest hit
See these
Haters showing up late to this
Know we gon make 'em pay for it
Ha Hah Hah Hah
Mother fucka look what
I could do a sight to see the high anxiety I put your cipher through
It's right for you
A breath of fresh air
I'll bring some class to it
Whoever says they close
To smashing this is on an acid trip
Blasphemous
Acting like you
Understand the half of it
There's cash to get
You either mastered it or
Wiped your ass with It