Lyrics:

Ft. Ab-Soul, Logic, Jon Connor & Francesca

(Hook)
Is it real?
Is it fake?
I woke up, suddenly I just woke up

(Verse 1)
Look, it only makes sixth sense
They sleep on the creator of Pineal Gland
No offense taken, Im just racing to save you a man
Crucifix, positive edition its all the same
Given that getting head is cool but, what is it if you dont use your brain
Thats 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, its all math son
So is it really really real? Or do you need to shapen up my G?
Im 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 its wax in your bong or your eardrum
Im here now, Im guessing you live in fear now
So be it, when they speak about the real Soul be it, no debate
Dont 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
Thats a paradox like a pair of yachts

(Hook)
Is it real?
Is it fake?
(Alarm clock) (Soul)
I woke up, suddenly I just woke up

(Verse 2)
Its hard to be optimistic when Connors your opposition
Aint no competition, you just a confident contradiction
And what I am is the future, refuse to dispute it
Ill 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 shits eternal, moving so fast that I probably wont notice a hurdle (ye know)
Look, Best of the best expect nothing less on my quest
To save the game, Im walking around like theres an S on my chest
Its 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

(Hook)
Is it real?
Is it fake?
I woke up, suddenly I just woke up (you you you)

(Verse 3)
Another day another dollar from that 9 to 5
Yeah, you living but ask yourself, are you really alive?
I work outside, I work with food, I work behind the desk
Ive even hustled around my block, but hold up, I digress (ye know)
Ive paid my dues, see this life I didnt choose
My face on the ten o'clock news, shit I refuse
I was born in a lower class, where gangstas with dough amass
And police would ask questions, but we never answered when asked
Mama bitchin' while my sister baby daddy cooking 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 wouldnt cut it
So I started writin', it was a dark time
Only fifteen, but the shit I seen would blow ya 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 lets 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 thru they lyrics
Listen close so I could hear it, about life and how not to fear it
How to grab a wheel so I could steer it, and so I
And so I did just that
Word of advice follow your dreams and never look back!
I said its Logic

(Hook)
Is it real?
Is it fake?
I woke up, suddenly I just woke up