| Song | Hellavision |
| Artist | Main Source |
| Album | F*ck What You Think |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Deering, McKenzie, McKenzie | |
| Now I'm a flip the track and bring you back to reality | |
| I'm like Wesley Snipes, I act without a salary | |
| Cause I don't need nobody sayin "Lights, Camera, Action!" | |
| I act on reaction | |
| Fuck what you see on television | |
| Cause nowadays all of us live in the hellavision | |
| On every single channel it's the same old sane | |
| Brothers' poppin their brain | |
| Or gettin wrecked at a soccer game | |
| Six brothers fallin victim to the street | |
| After mad ? tribe vibes rollin in the black jeep | |
| Every other channel spent its money on the talk shows | |
| From Oprah to Horazo, everybody in New York knows | |
| But when a brother gets real | |
| They make the story opposite | |
| And try to offer niggas raw deals | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| Television tells lies to the vision | |
| The world's a prison | |
| We're livin in hellavision | |
| [Verse 2:] | |
| Every day your lie to me is drama | |
| But not the type of drama that my T.V. shows | |
| Because it makes the drama calmer | |
| When a lady's caught cheatin | |
| She sets with the next man | |
| And doesn't even catch a ass-beatin | |
| Reality check - that's what the T.V. said | |
| Cause in real life it's two to the fuckin head | |
| Samedy Sam fillin bugs with slugs | |
| Wild ? is cookin up these deadly drugs | |
| Bart Simpson is cursin up for storm | |
| And children love this shit man, come on | |
| I see kids that say bringin guns to school | |
| Ten year old crack heads and that ain't cool | |
| My four year old daughter curses worse than Bart | |
| Straight from my heart, it's tearin me apart | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 3:] | |
| And now, hip hop is labelled as a violencer | |
| Like everyone who rhymes packs a gat with the silencer | |
| Every other ? hip hopper goes to prison | |
| Over some dumb shit or for the real life livin | |
| But who's to know what we've been goin through | |
| When all you see is one side of us | |
| The side the T.V. be showing you | |
| You never hear about the stress or the work | |
| Or the hard times we had or hip hop was getting jerked | |
| You only see us in the limelight | |
| But when the night comes, we're always linked to crime, right? | |
| Man - what I've been through is strife | |
| Yo - they could make fifty movies of my motherfuckin life | |
| And there's a million like me | |
| The people you don't see | |
| When you watch your everyday T.V. | |
| [Chorus] |
| zuo ci : Deering, McKenzie, McKenzie | |
| Now I' m a flip the track and bring you back to reality | |
| I' m like Wesley Snipes, I act without a salary | |
| Cause I don' t need nobody sayin " Lights, Camera, Action!" | |
| I act on reaction | |
| Fuck what you see on television | |
| Cause nowadays all of us live in the hellavision | |
| On every single channel it' s the same old sane | |
| Brothers' poppin their brain | |
| Or gettin wrecked at a soccer game | |
| Six brothers fallin victim to the street | |
| After mad nbsp? tribe vibes rollin in the black jeep | |
| Every other channel spent its money on the talk shows | |
| From Oprah to Horazo, everybody in New York knows | |
| But when a brother gets real | |
| They make the story opposite | |
| And try to offer niggas raw deals | |
| Chorus: | |
| Television tells lies to the vision | |
| The world' s a prison | |
| We' re livin in hellavision | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Every day your lie to me is drama | |
| But not the type of drama that my T. V. shows | |
| Because it makes the drama calmer | |
| When a lady' s caught cheatin | |
| She sets with the next man | |
| And doesn' t even catch a assbeatin | |
| Reality check that' s what the T. V. said | |
| Cause in real life it' s two to the fuckin head | |
| Samedy Sam fillin bugs with slugs | |
| Wild nbsp? is cookin up these deadly drugs | |
| Bart Simpson is cursin up for storm | |
| And children love this shit man, come on | |
| I see kids that say bringin guns to school | |
| Ten year old crack heads and that ain' t cool | |
| My four year old daughter curses worse than Bart | |
| Straight from my heart, it' s tearin me apart | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3: | |
| And now, hip hop is labelled as a violencer | |
| Like everyone who rhymes packs a gat with the silencer | |
| Every other nbsp? hip hopper goes to prison | |
| Over some dumb shit or for the real life livin | |
| But who' s to know what we' ve been goin through | |
| When all you see is one side of us | |
| The side the T. V. be showing you | |
| You never hear about the stress or the work | |
| Or the hard times we had or hip hop was getting jerked | |
| You only see us in the limelight | |
| But when the night comes, we' re always linked to crime, right? | |
| Man what I' ve been through is strife | |
| Yo they could make fifty movies of my motherfuckin life | |
| And there' s a million like me | |
| The people you don' t see | |
| When you watch your everyday T. V. | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Deering, McKenzie, McKenzie | |
| Now I' m a flip the track and bring you back to reality | |
| I' m like Wesley Snipes, I act without a salary | |
| Cause I don' t need nobody sayin " Lights, Camera, Action!" | |
| I act on reaction | |
| Fuck what you see on television | |
| Cause nowadays all of us live in the hellavision | |
| On every single channel it' s the same old sane | |
| Brothers' poppin their brain | |
| Or gettin wrecked at a soccer game | |
| Six brothers fallin victim to the street | |
| After mad nbsp? tribe vibes rollin in the black jeep | |
| Every other channel spent its money on the talk shows | |
| From Oprah to Horazo, everybody in New York knows | |
| But when a brother gets real | |
| They make the story opposite | |
| And try to offer niggas raw deals | |
| Chorus: | |
| Television tells lies to the vision | |
| The world' s a prison | |
| We' re livin in hellavision | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Every day your lie to me is drama | |
| But not the type of drama that my T. V. shows | |
| Because it makes the drama calmer | |
| When a lady' s caught cheatin | |
| She sets with the next man | |
| And doesn' t even catch a assbeatin | |
| Reality check that' s what the T. V. said | |
| Cause in real life it' s two to the fuckin head | |
| Samedy Sam fillin bugs with slugs | |
| Wild nbsp? is cookin up these deadly drugs | |
| Bart Simpson is cursin up for storm | |
| And children love this shit man, come on | |
| I see kids that say bringin guns to school | |
| Ten year old crack heads and that ain' t cool | |
| My four year old daughter curses worse than Bart | |
| Straight from my heart, it' s tearin me apart | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3: | |
| And now, hip hop is labelled as a violencer | |
| Like everyone who rhymes packs a gat with the silencer | |
| Every other nbsp? hip hopper goes to prison | |
| Over some dumb shit or for the real life livin | |
| But who' s to know what we' ve been goin through | |
| When all you see is one side of us | |
| The side the T. V. be showing you | |
| You never hear about the stress or the work | |
| Or the hard times we had or hip hop was getting jerked | |
| You only see us in the limelight | |
| But when the night comes, we' re always linked to crime, right? | |
| Man what I' ve been through is strife | |
| Yo they could make fifty movies of my motherfuckin life | |
| And there' s a million like me | |
| The people you don' t see | |
| When you watch your everyday T. V. | |
| Chorus |