L A N D . O F . F A K E

[Intro]
Cisum lepsog taht siht

[Verse 1]
You think you are great but you really aren't
What kind of music do you think this is, that mumble crap
Nah, this is that honest to God, truthful humble rap
Getting sick and tired of the stuff that numb you trap
It only makes it worse, go and get hearse, this man is dead
But I also know that he who said he was him had fled
Claim you murdered another man, cutting off his head
You feed these people lies through your phone, what is a home
But I- claim I will fly away, but still haven't yet flown
Black on black murder, where, black on white, forgive
But white on black is the worst of all, ain't no sense in it
What's up with that bull crap, and then they make a rap
Supporting it too, I'll call all you morons out, that's a wrap
I can't be like these others killing their friends and kin
We can't be synonyms, and I did this all on no m&ms
And I can't be a Rap God if go and rap God, I ain't Eminem

[Chorus]
This isn't your normal music, this that truth music
This isn't your normal music, this that truth music
How bout we get real, how bout we get truthful
How bout we get real, how bout we get truthful
How bout we get real in this land of fake
This isn't your normal music, this that truth music
This isn't your normal music, this that truth music
How bout we get real, how bout we get truthful
How bout we get real, how bout we get truthful
How bout we get real in this land of fake

[Verse 2]
I am a Christian, just listen, what do you know about Christ
Yeah I know that you only just care for the price
But it costed your soul, so now you're no longer whole
I'm no longer bound, fly away to the altar, God is all I need
Yeah I still see them tryna break me down, they still flee
They break in with the- (*Gunshots*) and then they try to take- (My life)
Do you worry bout your own, or do you want to ruin it through time
You're like "I'm fine, no lie, just tryna make some dimes"
Yet this world gives you lemons, and it's sour yes, but you turn green like limes
Make it sweet like lemonade, or maybe even the grape Kool-Aid
But y'all go and take the side, but you forget the main
And all of this worldly stuff, heh, doesn't matter, it all will fade
All of it, nothing's the same like it used to be, growing in age
But I'm the one growing to the top, y'all rock bottom
Get off 'em, go 'head and try and stop me, I stop 'em
Crash into a streetlight, try and stop me again but I'm like Mineo, so- (You Can't Stop Me)

[Chorus]
This isn't your normal music, this that truth music
This isn't your normal music, this that truth music
How bout we get real, how bout we get truthful
How bout we get real, how bout we get truthful
How bout we get real in this land of fake
This isn't your normal music, this that truth music
This isn't your normal music, this that truth music
How bout we get real, how bout we get truthful
How bout we get real, how bout we get truthful
How bout we get real in this land of fake

[Outro]
Ooh, this that truthful music, in this land of fake woke