[lyrics originally transcripted by Jimmy Dyna, onesecbeforetheend & etze]
*The thing I'd rather say is the truth*
[Verse 1: Kashmere]
The cake is a lie
But the music is real
It's all fake when the truth is revealed
I'm a superhuman freak
A metagene carrier
Breaking the speed barrier
Chasing the adversary
I'm a criminal infamous gold herder
With a tech-9, an uzi and infinite gold burgers
Never tell a lie when I rap
Why only yesterday I was caught in a Venus flytrap
Escape with the help of an amphibian half-shark
To the Caribbean for some R&R
The truth, coming directly from the mouthpiece
Boarded the private Albatross jet back to the South East
Climbed a giant beanstalk to the Land of the Giants
Fee fi fo fum, I had my hand on the iron
One false move, I'm letting off shots
Now slowly, hand over the jelly babies
The cake is a lie
If it's all fake who am i?
The music is real
But the cake is a lie
[Verse 2: Kashmere]
Pet tyrannosaurus in the garden on the low
But I bet the man who saw us is a gorgon - don
Cause we're rocking the stealth tech
And medical holograms to administer health checks (Yes!)
My exoskeleton's very enamorous
A certified secret agent like Perry the Platypus
Undeniably the greatest sportsman, scored a hole in one
First game of golf, it was awesome!
I was born under a double rainbow, with troubled angels
Rocking blood coloured halos, graceful
The one who put the sun in the sky
The blundering guy got everybody wondering why
He never won a Noble Peace
For his heroic efforts in robo[t]s ethics
UFO scientists are so relentess (Oh there's one over there!)
Somebody give this guy a medal
This guy's on a higher level!
The cake is a lie
If it's all fake who am i?
The music is real
But the cake is a lie
[Verse 3: Kashmere]
I said it in a rap so it must be true stupid
If I told you eat sh**, would you do it?
Took an arrow to the knee
I didn't know anything
Until I realized Guile's theme goes with everything
By the way, I was born off a dragon egg
And get mad respect performing the clarinet
Since everybody's telling the truth
Your boy's famous in Japan for beheading the Grooch [?]
Anti-gravity pack
My rhymes [?] never touch the ground where the battle is at
Reality's wack, I'm trying to escape
f** the truth, man, I'm trying to be fake