[Intro]
Behold the soft cyber caress
My television whose my lover
But jealous machines and devices
Struggle to find a light switch
Followers follow him, leading nowhere
Possible hope of a cyber safe house
Looming on the horizon behind us
Moving targets, targets
Moving targets for the markets
For the hopeless hopelessness prescribed – coping
[Verse]
Yeah
I’m from the United States of Amurderca myself
Now we post-language baby, we talk with guns, man
Guns keep us safe
We don’t imagine past the image
Please, you know us
We k** love, we k** money, we k** money
We k** grace
We k** shame
We k** hope
We k** s**
We k** pride
We k** style
We k** imagination
We k** fresh
We k** the gang
We k** air
We k** dope
We k** dough
We k** d**h (body them, here he comes)
Shooting these rhymes
Bottling time
Falling in graces
It’s the coming of ageless
Turning the pages (flip)
Driving them ape sh**
Recording with tape hiss
A glitch in the matrix
Pay attention close you kids
This the sh** don’t got no lid
No gangster sound, no pop, no trend
My k**er beat is not your friend
I come to throne to stop these things
I drop, they drop. they lose, we cruise
I give a f** about some rules
We break em’ like we broke Don’s heart
I always roll the dice I’m cool
Could never follow crowds, too smart
I rock a big old j**el king crown
My girl be in a gorgeous queen gown
The filthier the word spreads round
I drown these clowns through my sound
Yo it’s going down (down, down)
Salute the noble sound (sound, clown)
I’ve been around the world ten times
I got the milky way crack flow
Me and my mother in Rio
Focus how I pop these rhymes
Lightning in a bottle
Rappers, it’s a slaughter
Styled up in my parlor (fresh)
Dressed up in my armor
Constellation squad up
Mashing on the throttle
I got pretty daughters
All the pretty daughters holla
We k** cyber
We k** rich
We k** time
We k** cameras
We k** nude
We k** space
We k** freedom
We k**ed obsessions
We k** facts
We k**ed attention
We k** the tension
We k** pardons
We k**
We k**
We k**
[Outro]
Clip love to the worldicidal maniacs
High up joints rolled off the consumer cla**
Dead dreams
Way up at the bottom in the green towers built with the data stones
Freaks of fear, drinking tears and stealing years