Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Alarm Clock, artist - Statik Selektah. Album song What Goes Around, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Duck Down, Showoff
Song language: English
Alarm Clock |
Is it real? |
Is it fake? |
I woke up, suddenly I just woke up |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |