Lyrics Rucka Rucka Ali – Flat Earth Song (Not Round)

You prolly feet are standing to the ground, to the ground
You only see that ’cause it’s not round, not round
You know the moon, it wasn’t never found, never found
They made up everything, they made up everything

I did not believe there is a flat earth
That whole thing looked like it is for fags bro
Why would they tell me the shit is round for?
Must be true ’cause that shit in the textbook
Only when the sun is out it opened my eyes
It ain’t coming up and setting on the same side
Then I saw the moon and sun is ’bout the same size
Now I know that what I learned is a pseudoscience

When I throw a bowling ball at a pin
It doesn’t roll around and come at my dick
So then how the world is supposed to rotate?
Unless the sun revolves round all our heads

You prolly see a thing fall to the ground, to the ground
You only see that ’cause it’s not round, not round
It doesn’t roll but fucking settles down, settle down
They made up everything, they made up everything
You prolly still believe in up and down, up and down
But can’t explain the fucking middle ground, middle ground
If gravity then why does shit still bounce, shit still bounce
They made up everything, they made up everything, whoa-oh

I seen the pic took from the moon
Was photoshopped real pretty too

The stuff you see is really meta now, meta now
You know the world is really not round, not round
You are the realest in the ghetto now, ghetto now
You question everything, don’t believe anything
You telling people on Nintendo now, -tendo now
That gravity was all invented now, -vented now
The landing moon was shot at In-N-Out, In-N-Out
They made up everything, since 1983, whoa-oh

I’m often disrespected
Told that I’m gay
‘Cause I don’t believe the round lie
(I’m not gay)

Everybody think that you a pedo now, pedo now
Because you say the world is not round, not round
You asking Jesus for a peso now, peso now
«You got a penny g? I could use anything»
You sucking D for fucking cheddar now, cheddar now
You on the street with all them bottle hounds, bottle hounds
You mixing meth and fruity pebbles now, pebbles now
You didn’t do anything, they made up everything, whoa-oh