Songtexte F8K - RIDDICK

Yo, it's the age of illusion, confusion and fusion
Where truth got evicted, now it's all substitution
Fake names, fake fame, fake frames and rotations
Let's expose the facade, no more imitation

Fake lives on display, it's a Truman audition
Scripts in their captions, but the plot stay missing
Implants in their bodies, but the soul still hollow
Every fleck synthetic, like the AI they follow

Self-made millionaire, nah, bank from the daddy's chair
Leased a Lambo, but can't afford the gas to get anywhere
Filters on your face, like it's Photoshop tradition
You're a walking contradiction, every move's an exhibition

Claim you're organic, but your life's all staged
Even your laugh track's fake, like a sitcom page
Living for applause, but your claps are on delay
When the mask falls off, what's the role you portray

Fake friends in your circle, snakes disguised as apostles
Praise in your mentions, but they pray and you'll topple
Your bio's like a novel, filled with plot twists and nonsense
But your truth gets cancelled every time it meets the conscience

Even names fake, every moniker staged
Your birth certificate folds, it's just papier-mâché
They flexing on TikTok, dripping in designer seams
But the tags made in sweatshops, killing somebody's dreams

Plastic love stories, y'all just swipe for affection
Algorithmic souls can't compute real connection
Even faith counterfeit, preaching scripts out of fear
Lip-syncing devotion, but the truth ain't sincere

Fake grind, fake hustle, fake boss behavior
Clout vampires leeching on their wannabe savior
Fake justice on the gram, fake tears in a caption
Every cause is a trend, till they chase another distraction

Fake peace, fake wars, fake morals they bend
It's a fake world spinning, where the lies never end
They fake woke, but asleep, hypocrites on repeat
Cancel culture vultures, feasting on fake receipts

Even AI fake, deep fakes on the rise
You can't trust your own eyes in this digital disguise
So I stay real in this plastic parade
While the fake ones fade like their filters decay

Yo, everything's a copy and the copy's got clones
A world full of puppets, no strings of their own
But I cut through the noise, leave the fake ones shook
Synthetic society and I just wrote the book

A world full of puppets
Real talk
And scene