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