[Verse 1 - Fresh Sly]:
Aiyyo back to reality from the inner world,
Came up on the ground and the shit is observed.
We are lookin' at ourselves thinkin' damn we're so clever,
Make a propaganda, try to prosecute a rapper,
Who shouldn't be rappin', on the stage like he be whaa-whackin',
Man, whacker then whack, and I'm the one who is smackin'
The life, shit I think I'll doin it again,
For lettin' me believe in things I wouldn't have, man.
I'm sick about it, cuz I doubt it when I think about it, shout it
In my dreams, when I found'em the night I was around it,
Reality for me is what I'm seein' daily, maybe
I'm becomin' crazy, but my words are true, baby.
We are gettin' depressed over a reality manifest
Which gets us posessed, more then that, even stressed
Epileptic kids born by a heroin-addict mother
Who was laced with a rich mack, alias the pimp father,
And who the fuck is gonna save that kid's dreams when he be dreamin'
Blue skies and peace in the world, when he be chillin',
We are back to reality, where we used to stand,
Witnessin' the muthafuckin' beginning of the end...
[Chorus] (x2)
(Fresh Sly) - "Back to reality..."
(Doc) - "Got my masterplan"
(Fresh Sly) - "Back to reality..."
(BigNanaT) - "Knowin' that my sanity content when I drop"
[Verse 2 - C-Locc]:
I had a dream that all was good in the hood,
The sun was shining just like it should,
But everytime I look behind at all my homies -
I reminisce when we used to serve 10-40s.
I know this won't happen forever (forever)
Cuz we all say: nothing's changed, but the weather.
Sometimes I feel trapped in the madness (in the madness!)
I feel like I'm a slave of sadness, so faithless,
The world is cold, I wanna live dope,
But everything I got is stole and sold,
Except our families, homies and souls -
The destiny is tragic hangin' on a rope.
There is no magic, only us and them:
The people who believe and the people who pretend,
But back to reality, where we used to stand,
Witnessing the muthafuckin' beginning of the end...
[Chorus] (x2)
*break*
[Chorus] (x2)
[Verse 3 - Fresh Sly]:
I'm soul chasing over thoughts, gettin' funky on the low
Tip, so trip, I'm scoring goals, advantage, what they hittin' for?
Vintage styles get dropped non-stop, Camo-Hiphop
For your ears, gettin' pleasant when the treble level drops
So I was walkin' on the street on a sunny afternoon,
Thinkin' 'bout my life so far, listening to the same tune,
But soon I got depressive over nostalgy thoughts,
Following myself in time, back to the school courts,
Got me closed like a hi-hat, exact, so I be at
Chin-checking myself for sportin' a rag and pant-saggin'
But I guess it was a part of growin' up, and as a fashion
I was followin' the trend, 'til introduced to jam-sessions.
And this passion's gettin' deeper, seeking pussy tonight,
Waitin' for a dip to beep me up in Daisy Dukes, over the twilight
It's on again, I gotta lay, she wants to stay,
Baby you can follow me, straight
Back to reality
D.N.S. is a hip-hop group, formed in 2006. The group is composed of MC/producer Fresh Sly and MC BNT. For live performances, D.N.S. also collaborated with the group "Whynona Ryderz" since early 2011.
