| 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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| Look, yo, 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 racin', the savior of man
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| Crucifix, positive, addition, 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
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| 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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| 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 in 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
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| Moving so fast that I probably won’t notice a hurdle
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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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| 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 worked outside, I worked with food, I worked behind the desk
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| I’ve even hustled around my block, but hold up, I digress
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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 gangsters with dough amass
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| And police would ask questions, but we never answered when asked
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| Momma bitching while my sister baby daddy cooking crack in the kitchen
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| Getting rich in the street from slanging 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 writing, it was a dark time
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| Only fifteen, but the shit I seen would blow your 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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| Listen close so I could hear it, about life and how not to fear it
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| How to grab the wheel and 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 |