We bring the strength back when the authority lacks the capacity to handle our imaginations
Grasp onto that
And charge forth to usher in the new age of earth shapers
We are the creators
I'm barely loco
I've been put down
Burying these beats
You've been talkin bout
I'm barely loco
And this is the sound
O-o o-o-o o-o
Funny thing about life is
I forget it when I write this
Sorry Jaden, lemme bite that
If you write back, then I think you're on the right track
I recite math problems and algorithms
To reach equations that equate to quasars
In importance and intensity to lessen your density
Resurrect the pretense I ain't what you expect to be
Yo, I'm a nerd
But I control the whole world in the palm of my hand
Screw whatever you've heard
Yo, I know I got a lotta nerve, not above the learning curve
Kindly ask you to swerve
Yo, I've been ill from the jump, that don't change with the month
I don't listen to grunts
Yo, if I plummet from the summit then I chant this anthem as a spell and scream
I'm barely loco
I've been put down
Burying these beats
You've been talkin bout
I'm barely loco
And this is the sound
O-o o-o-o o-o
(if you die, tell em that you play my game
I hope your bullet holes become mouths that say my name)
Our lives are just preparations for a nose dive
Instilled with fear, we walk forward with closed eyes
Those proprieties are what drove societies
Into their inevitable end, now inside of me
If history really does repeat itself
Then it seems our only purpose is greed and wealth
Secede the whelps we're in need of help
Against the rulers of the world with a creed of stealth
Yo, I'm a nerd. But I control the whole world in the palm of my hand
Screw whatever you've heard
Yo, I know I got a lotta nerve, not above the learning curve
Kindly ask you to swerve
Yo, I've been ill from the jump, that don't change with the month
I don't listen to grunts
Yo, if I plummet from the summit then I chant this anthem as a spell and scream
I'm barely loco
I've been put down
Burying these beats
You've been talkin bout
I'm barely loco
And this is the sound
O-o o-o-o o-o
If poverty is chocolate, and privel is vanilla
Then what's the flavor of the Sunday preachers pedophilia?
Cash rules everything around these n***as
As cla**rooms everywhere around me wither
We bring the strength back when the authority lacks the capacity to handle our imaginations
Grasp onto that
And charge forth to usher in the new age of earth shapers
We are the creators (echoes)
I'm barely loco
I've been put down
Burying these beats
You've been talkin bout
I'm barely loco
And this is the sound
O-o o-o-o o-o