The Expectations of Reality

Delano: “Do you see it yet?”

Jai: “See what, Mr. ‘Visual Learner’? You see everything I don’t.”

Delano: “The way forward. It’s right there. That’s not it either…”

[Verse: No Idols]

Tried living life like I'm 30, I'm getting jaded
Tried to be collegiate, but no, I am never faded
Try to force a smile so that everyone sees elated
In my persona, I own ya, no doubt that I'm gonna save it

I'm hearing 'Life's a bitch', well, show me, I never met her yet
Fire from my lips like I'm smoking a fucking cigarette
You can have the green, just know I'm holding the vinaigrette
Hostage, like a monster, with a gun and a bayonet

I'm trying eat as if I got no fucking silverware
Truth or Dare, get all the women out of their underwear
Trying to cover up the entrance like a portière
But, I'm coming in (and) breaking shit, bull and some chinaware

I'm not a player, I don't crush a lot
Cause I got a million other rappers tryna' steal the skill that I got
Okay, Hyperboles are not my best feature
I ain't playing when I say I never listen to the reapers, shit

Mom's working nights but she's making it to the interstate
Dad is never home, so his breakfast is on his dinner plate
Here am I, seeking college payment from the head of state
Trying to get a crib with a bridge as large as the Golden Gate

Don't wait till I'm in a pine box to show me love
Cause being real's the only thing that I dreamed of
Remember me as I am, not what I become
As long as I live my purpose, man, that's enough

[Verse: GQ]

With my heart on my sleeve, I'll hand you my feelings
And while things were heating up, I was frozen, preserved for minutes
Living life as if I was only an average nigga
Wanna be part of the game, while I move like an action figure, but go figure

We all needed an extra hand to guide us
What happens when God shows us the reason why he'll blight us
Because of vanity, but part of my casualties' forgetting security
Forgive me for having a dream and expecting more of reality, cause

I'm trying to live my life like Hugh Hefner
I'll be well off, that's why I partnered up with my brethren
Picking apart every sentencing
And with depth cause my messaging is the truth

I need to show my mother her son's gon' probably be bigger than Godzilla
And it's not because my dick's dragging
I quit slacking
Been on the verge to making shit happen

Straight out the dungeons of hip-hop
I'll never quit rapping
As long as I'm breathing
My career just took a quick nap and

I'm back like I was a verbal assassin
I'm hoping these asshole's verses are more than words and hyperboles
Words to me, I'll be calling the shots from now to eternity
Clap for the way that I mastered this art cause rap is my dream

I'll leave you intrigued, I'm rapping for me
So pardon me please
I'm dying of hunger
No need to worry, no need to wonder

My voice amongst the bass
Is known as fornication with meaning
It's probably why
Mediocrity is haunting me

[Verse: Graphik]

Consider this an epilogue, I'm upper echelon
I'm dropping Kamikaze bombs, you know what I be on
One mic and one spliff, you know that I be gone
They let Graphinity in the booth, go ring the alarm

And he's coming strong to say that
They cannot hold me, nobody can hold me
Holy moley, when I step to the court
They shun me like Kobe

I was trying to be Jordan, but more important
Is the fact that who came before him was boring
I'm breathing new meaning
They see him that's foreign

But I promise to deliver that real
Told my uncle, I'll take that deal, could give a fuck how you feel
Made that lane switch while you doing the same shit
It's repetitive ain't it? I relish in your anguish

I'm on a tier that's unknown, a style they can't clone
Used to being on my own
Always far from my home but always within my zone
Understand that I'm the man and fuck whoever don't condone

[Outro: No Idols]

Is this really it?
All the efforts of my penmanship
I've done more than sit here and rhyme sentences
Perhaps I should given more emphasis

I said I've done more than sit here and rhyme sentences
I made a Supper's Ready, come and get your Genesis
Life is just a paragraph and death is no parenthesis
We worry less about our deaths and worry more about out messages

Is it sad to say that I've given up on reality?
Cause everybody new is just stealing originality
Or is our minds stuck on the physicality of being good
The likelihood of us being misunderstood

Is deafening, enemies heckling
The product we're taking from other artists, Unsettling
I've had enough of dealing with liars
I'm wishing they all retire, or meet with the witches fire upon a stake, questioning