Boom Boom Satellites Your Realitys A Fantasy But Your Fantasy Is Killing Me Lyrics

Color of dead
Looks like your future
is history
Why you dissin' me
Ain't no mystery
On the outside peekin' in
End of your free ride
No way you can win
Beginning 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 where my mind be at
Shit, where's the rest
of my cats?
High trees catch a lotta wind
my friend
My shits in a blind
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
Your reality's a fantasy
but your fantasy is killing me
Your reality's a fantasy
but your fantasy is killing me
Your reality's a fantasy
but your fantasy is killing me

I flock to refugees
who flock to me
Who am I? Chuck D
The roots the coup
And kick aside
the genoside and the juice
Y'all don' know
Comedians, actors,
nuclear reactors
Players and ball players
singers and dancers,
rhyme sayers
Why you do us like you do?
Why you do us like you do?
Ska doo
Fuck the residue
Frustrated 5 on 2
No breaks for madd crews
Now who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you?
I'm sick a you
Community hoesis
Who posin as moses
In street clothes
Who be the closest who blows it
Every rhyme be
for the future of mankind
Y'all don' know this
Crazy heads cuttin'
off the dreads
Ruin they health
Wit no knowledge of self
Incomin' taxes
breakin' backs offa blacks
Yo! Who done 40 years
of this abyss?
So I piss
Y'all don' know this
Y'all know this
Yo! Every rhyme be
for the future of mankind
Your reality's a fantasy
but your fantasy is killing me
Your reality's a fantasy
but your fantasy is killing me
Your reality's a fantasy
but your fantasy is killing me
Your reality's a fantasy
but your fantasy is
killing me ...

but your fantasy is killing me
Your reality's a fantasy
but your fantasy is killing me
Somethings 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 the front page
In this mess-age
Ghetto celebs spread
by the hundred
Macked by the same tactics
Wit us in a tundra
Is we goin' under goin' under?
Avoiding cries
from sodomized society
Scary Yo!
Scary getting screwed
without a dictionary
Shit is scary shit is scary
Your reality's a fantasy
but your fantasy is killing me
Your reality's a fantasy
but your fantasy is killing me
Your reality's a fantasy
but your fantasy is killing me
Your reality's a fantasy
but your fantasy is killing me
Your reality's a fantasy
but your fantasy is killing me
Your reality's a fantasy
but your fantasy is killing me
Your reality's a fantasy
but your fantasy is killing me
Your reality's a fantasy
but your fantasy is killing me
killing me ...