Ab-Soul, Jon Connor, Statik Selektah, Logic - Alarm Clock lyrics

Is it real? Is it fake?
(Yo, check)
I woke up, suddenly I just woke up (Look)
Yeah!

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 (yeah)
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
Is it real? Is it fake?
(Ha ha alarm clock)
I woke up (Soul) suddenly I just woke up
Yeah!

Look, yo 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
Is it real? Is it fake?
I woke up, suddenly I just woke up yeah!

Yeah
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 (yeah)
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
Is it real? Is it fake?
I woke up, suddenly I just woke up yeah!