Ft. Ab-Soul, Logic, Jon Connor & Francesca
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(Hook)
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Is it real?
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Is it fake?
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I woke up, suddenly I just woke up
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(Verse 1)
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Look, it only makes sixth sense
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They sleep on the creator of Pineal Gland
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No offense taken, I'm just racing to save you a man
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Crucifix, positive edition it's all the same
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Given that getting head is cool but, what is it if you don't use your brain
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That's one plane, negative subtraction but, still a balance
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If dyslexic then, play this shit backwards
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Uh, the black lip captain of the ship
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When you dividing the pie, rats come, it's all math son
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So is it really really real? Or do you need to shapen up my G?
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I'm a tree, you know peace be still
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The irony of my movement, they eyeing my every movement
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The pioneer of the future, another Statik selection
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With a dab of perfection
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Whether it's wax in your bong or your eardrum
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I'm here now, I'm guessing you live in fear now
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So be it, when they speak about the real Soul be it, no debate
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Don't just give 'em the fish, teach 'em to fish, let 'em pro-create Shout out to Joey and 'em, was dope before the cake
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I went from selling records out my record shop
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To my record selling out the record shop
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That's a paradox like a pair of yachts
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(Hook)
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Is it real?
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Is it fake?
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(Alarm clock) (Soul)
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I woke up, suddenly I just woke up
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(Verse 2)
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It's hard to be optimistic when Connor's your opposition
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Ain't no competition, you just a confident contradiction
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And what I am is the future, refuse to dispute it
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I'll prove it through music and all you dudes can do is salute it
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The most authentic, they get lost in it, I spit raw venom
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Jump when I say jump, I feel like Kriss Kross, nigga
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Never average, cut from different fabric, fans they never last
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My shit's eternal, moving so fast that I probably won't notice a hurdle (ye know)
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Look, Best of the best expect nothing less on my quest
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To save the game, I'm walking around like there's an S on my chest
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It's aftermath out here acting bad, I wave the flag
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We the only thing moving, the fuck you go say to that?!
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No lies, all truth, make all you call truce
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Watch all just fall off like you tossed off a tall roof
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For getting this verse off I paid the cost of the lawsuit
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Cause I keep hitting them hard with these lines and they all through
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Connor
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(Hook)
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Is it real?
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Is it fake?
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I woke up, suddenly I just woke up (you you you)
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(Verse 3)
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Another day another dollar from that 9 to 5
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Yeah, you living but ask yourself, are you really alive?
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I work outside, I work with food, I work behind the desk
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I've even hustled around my block, but hold up, I digress (ye know)
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I've paid my dues, see this life I didn't choose
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My face on the ten o'clock news, shit I refuse
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I was born in a lower class, where gangstas with dough amass
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And police would ask questions, but we never answered when asked
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Mama bitchin' while my sister baby daddy cooking crack in the kitchen
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Gettin' rich in the street from slangin' prescription
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He showed me how to cook it, he showed me how to cut it
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But deep down I always knew that life just wouldn't cut it
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So I started writin', it was a dark time
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Only fifteen, but the shit I seen would blow ya mind
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School was getting harder due to my life at home
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Principal always calling cause I had barely shown
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No father figure, my mother tried her best to be both
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But let's be honest, a father really helps with your growth
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But I was raised by Nas and Jay-Z and Big L and Eminem
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All of them set examples thru they lyrics
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Listen close so I could hear it, about life and how not to fear it
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How to grab a wheel so I could steer it, and so I
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And so I did just that
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Word of advice follow your dreams and never look back!
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I said it's Logic
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(Hook)
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Is it real?
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Is it fake?
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I woke up, suddenly I just woke up
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Alarm Clock
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Statik Selektah |