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Look like "Mickey Smith as an Auton" - shit is all wrong
Cause it ain't quite right. You've said a Swan Song
To reality and quality? What a policy
To endorse any and all fallacies 'cause you wanna be
Grade-A without doing the homework. That won't work
Try to appear as something that you aren't, means you aren't
What you appear to be. Odds don't like ugly. Don't flirt
With "almost real" - sends a confusing message 'bout your worth
Yo More Or Les, these phonies got me bored to death
So I'm'a kick a hornet's nest, it's for the best
Organ theft, you can hear they got no heart
Claim to be the culture but they clearly play no part
Y'all faker than my faux fur
And no sir you ain't rollin' with chauffeurs
Don dada non grata false prophets
On God I gotta beg y'all stop it
Almost, close but no cigar
Like the Lawnmower Man with busted VR
Confusing the real with a pretty nice knockoff
Robots whole noggin full of Botox
No props faker than a photo op
Til they getting lost in the valley where it drops off
Don't front. Eerie feeling
Revealing the skin in the mirror peeling
Releasing the fear within and elephants in the room
Irrelevant to the crew cause they
Can't perpetuate or re-interpolate what we do
They can't handle the truth
Looking at you hard, something ain't quite right
Yo, you're looking kinda' odd. Something ain't quite right
I'm looking at you hard, something ain't quite right
Cause your look is kinda' odd. Something ain't quite right
Things look dire from my perspective
Is it 'cause I'm tired and introspective
Four A.M. on a Wednesday night
The quality of sleep? That'd be mad-light
Waking up at least twice to change and feed
Baby-zilla up early - what she gotta' need
Red-alert. When the tears drop, won't stop flowing
Seeing spots - it don't matter. Gotta' get the day going
A portfolio of enemies advance on these gates
Full of stolen identities I can't keep straight
Evasion of the quickest eyes, shutter speed is hypnotized
Social Insurance Number instantly synthesized
Weary, declaring the proof, a true zombie
Scared and un-sharing my roots removed calmly
Massacre carefully the Bourgeoisie
Mr. Robot dare speak, the mask wears me
Uhn! What's real to the fake
Stand out in your field or go jump in a lake
Starting to feel like it was a mistake
Just taking up space without nothing to say
I built a platform; a pulpit to project from
What was that for? I'm the culprit you protect from
Consequences. I'm the cause of constant tension
You let my lies slide nine times here comes the tenth one
Get done, my tears are lethal weapons
I am one bad mother of invention
Unrepentant with a penchant for falsehood
When I look you in the eye and tell you it's all good
Can't replace greatness with makeshift constructs
Why's the urge to take low-quality products and pawn stuff
Off as premium? The diff' between your thoughts
And the authentic's a large crevice. I'm not feeling 'em
Half-assed attempts to look good. Not a good look
So phoney Gs steal IDs, like a crook would
Accents fake. You're acting strange - Cumberbatch
Class in place of plastic face - run with that
Looking at you hard, something ain't quite right
Yo, you're looking kinda' odd. Something ain't quite right
I'm looking at you hard, something ain't quite right
Cause your look is kinda' odd. Something ain't quite right