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lirik lagu simulation theory – tha last black hippie

[intro: interviewer with elon musk]

there’s a uhh uhh
sort of a philosophic concept that a
sufficiently advanced civilization will be able to create uhh
simulation yeah
maybe you’ve [?] heard of this before?
a simulation…
i’ve heard soo many simulation discussions
it’s crazy, (okay)
soo…[?]
in fact it got to a point where basically every conversation
was the ai

[verse 1]

it took me 20 years to meet you in cybersp*ce
glazed as i gazed when i found you on my database
i outpaced all the rat kings i’m running y’all got hamstrings
if i don’t see it, i don’t believe it
i’m like thomas n*gga
i wanna see holes on christ the king
i wanna see hoes infront of the gin i’m living a sin
you want facts? you can find it within
i’m puffing the spliff i need a reason to love you again
find me astray dawg…you don’t love me i’m a dog
i got goals, i got codes, what’s the variable?
i’m unknown, i’m alone
where my phone where my contacts?
she can’t show, she in the zone
bad show, check ya tone when you’re in the wrong
van gogh, painting cl*sters on my own
snap…thanos
i want you soo bad i’m a nomad i won’t stop
if you need time i might sink i might drop
used to be a metaphor now i’m chilling smoking
cigarettes…some infinities are bigger than others
so i bought a bigger vest, so faults on my stars
i might need a bigger manual
what if life is a game and we’re stuck in a nintendo?
if there’s a heaven and h*ll god bless i don’t need that thank you
re*evaluate the next scene
me on the bigger screen
n*ggas in magazines
i carry promethazine
i’m a dictator in this rap game call me aladeen

[chorus]

i need a big chain
you made me feel pain
when the whole world never needed us
(oh oh oh)
too many good things just hit us all at once
(too many good thangs)
(too many good thangs)
i need that mustang i need to drive fast
i need to count ass
(oh oh oh)
21st imma only live it once

yeah

[verse 2]

since we got the game they’re on my ig now
they got they’re eyes on their screens they’re on my tv now
i’m way lifted, i ain’t got a job but i’m paid different
i ain’t sippin on the cup if the liquor tainted
i ain’t waiting…i told the b*tch to get naked
well…n*ggas will be n*ggas better get acquainted
time wasting i love your lies and your patience
i love bacon
i love debating
i love how we love to talk and we end up naked
i love how we have no clues in making renovations
relegations…n*ggas out
but n*ggas waiting
it’s frustrating to see the love turn to hatred
i know n*ggas that demand cause they lack a patience
when i give i give
but these n*ggas act like stevie
i wonder…when i meet your soul would you hover?
would you take flight? or would you duck or cover?

[chorus]

[outro: elon musk]

i think here’s
the strongest argument for us being in a simulation
probably being in a simulation
i think is the following
(too many good thangs)
(too many good thangs)
40 quote
40 years ago
we had pong
2 rectangles and a dot
like that’s what games were
uhm…now 40 years later
we have photorealistic 3d simulations
with millions of people playing simultaneously
and it’s getting better every year
if you assume any rate of improvement at all
uhm..then the games will become indistinguishable
from reality indistinguishable
it would seem to follow that the odds that we’re in base reality
is one in billions

- tha last black hippie

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