Testo Alarm Clock - Statik Selektah feat. Ab-Soul, Jon Connor & Logic
Testo della canzone Alarm Clock (Statik Selektah feat. Ab-Soul, Jon Connor & Logic), tratta dall'album What Goes Around
Is it real? Is it fake?
I woke up, suddenly I just woke up
It only makes sick sense
They sleep on the creator of pineal gland
No offense taken, I'm just racing to savior a man
Crucifix, positive, addition, it's all the same
Givin' and gettin' head is cool, but
What's 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
The black lip, captain of the ship
When you dividin' 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 eyein' my every movement
The pioneer of the future, another Statik Selektion
With a dab of perfection, whether
It's wax in your bong or your eardrum
I'm here now, I'm guessin' 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 procreate
Shout out to Joey and 'em, was dope before the cake
I went from sellin' records out my record shop
To my record sellin' out the record shop
That's a paradox, like a pair of yachts
Is it real? Is it fake?
I woke up, suddenly I just woke up
It's hard to be optimistic when Connor's your opposition
Ain't no competition, you just a confident contradiction
And what I am is the future, refuse to dispute it
I 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 a different fabric, fads they never last
My shit's eternal, movin' 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 walkin'
'Round like it's a S on my chest
It's Aftermath out here actin' bad, I wave the flag
We the only thing movin', the fuck you gon' 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 gettin' this verse off I pay the cost of the lawsuit
'Cause I keep hittin' 'em hard with
These lines and they all through, Connor
Is it real? Is it fake?
I woke up, suddenly I just woke up
Another day, another dollar from that 9 to 5
Yeah you livin', but ask yourself, are you really alive?
I worked outside, I worked with food, I worked behind a desk
I've even hustled 'round my block, but hold up I digress
I paid my dues, see this life I didn't choose
My face on the 10 o'clock news, shit I refuse
I was born in a lower class, where gangsters would go en masse
And police would ask questions but we never answered when asked
Mama bitchin' while my sister baby daddy cookin' crack in the kitchen
Gettin' rich in the street from slangin' 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 writin', it was a dark time
Only 15 but the shit I seen would blow your mind
School was gettin' harder, due to my life at home
Principal always callin', '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 not to fear it
How to grab the wheel and steer it, and so I
Huh, and so I did just that
Word of advice, follow your dreams and never look back
I said it's Logic
Is it real? Is it fake?
I woke up, suddenly I just woke up
Credits
Writer(s): Cashief Wayne Nichols, Steel Banglez
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