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You gots to be real and you gots to have heart
You gots to be real and you gots to have heart
You gots to be real and you gots to have heart
From the start, no matter what you do just don't fake the part
Peep it, let's keep this a secret
Exorcist, I can fuckin' freak it
Cyborg, synthetic fiber, cybersex
Triple X, whimsical quintet wrecks
Pyro-pornographic Satan on ice
Lucifer in lace possessed by poltergeist
The anti-antichrist, submerged from depression
Pain and punishment with a surge of aggression
Coming of the beast, romancing the stone
Sparks fly, two-tone chrome testosterone
Strike dragon fist, gorillas in the mist
Killers with a twist, Alex Thelonious
Monsterous, life for life separationist
Arrow tips dipped in a poisonous potion
Dark angels passion to fuck with my emotions
Got burnt once, now I can't even feel
Mad Child's real but my heart's made of steel
Third rail vic, the opposite, transmit telepathic
Roamin' the flats with automatics and backpacks
Doin' jacks for big macs, accumulatin' stacks
And make G's, nigga please, you artificial
You dropped somethin', it's your heart and it's still pumpin'
Pumpin' you from this existence
Seems to be absolutely mandatory
Cause you be manipulatin' schemes with no weight
Because you fake I can trace out your image
Even though you don't cast one, I smell a rat
And I'm smellin' that, stay back at least 150 inches
You boozy and I know you know I can sense it
With the nostrils immensely mixed with sense hostile stenches
Henceforth the elbow swings
Stinging weebings with the bleached scalps
Swingin' sleep out the mouth
How long you been hibernatin'? (Too long)
You're abiding and aiding a felon to split your melon
Dropping grammar like a judge's hammer
I feel you mark, feel me peel your chart
You gotta be real and you gotta have heart
Stir the blur, nuts and bolts whirl