Are you real or a simulation?

Is you real or a simulation?

Image-less, a friend request, a file away is their relation

Type away the hours, punch myself for confirmation

'Cause I question if it's true

You 'bout it on the 'net, but does it live inside of you?

Does it live inside the sequence of a simulation?

Any humanoid can find a role and play the station

Any humanoid can fabricate the essence of a player, take a shit and call it art

Sell it to his man or a half a million cul-de-sacs of screaming fans

Here in Google heaven I'm chasing for Christopher Wallace and S club seven

Here's a new persona

Here's a fantasy

Here's a hyperlink to place you where you wanna be

Travel in the matrix to where you live the emulation

Never play the real, but you play the simulation

Where you live the emulation

Never play the real, but you play the simulation

Is you real or a simulation?

Is you real or assimilated?

Is you real or a simulation?

I don't know what you are, I don't know what you-

I don't know what you are, dude

With 30,000 usernames, which is the real you?

You beez on this Internet, you beez in the trap

Cause talking via mixtapes, the beez in the trash

Cause I'm over your appropriatin' Asian, your thrill talk

E-thuggin, but you only shooting shots over Gmail, Inbox

Overrated like porn broads on Worldstar

And deceased rappers whose rhyme schemes are deadstock

Is you real or a simulation?

Is you real or assimilated?

And you don't even know when you stop

'Cause you busy never giving a fuck

So you living in a-

Pleasure is probably definitely, like it's technically here

Er, um, something light, something light that's real

I put something like that, um

Hold on let's stop, I guess it turns off now

Hahaha