[Intro: Soul Khan] Ladies and gentlemen Let's get on some deep, intellectual Super-scientifical sh**, ha! [Hook] s** my dick, lick my nuts (Repeats x4) [Verse 1: Soul Khan] When the city collapses into splinters and ashes Are you really going to be happy with them silly contraptions? The iPod, the iPhone, oh, my god, is my home Just another hard drive to hold sh** that I own? I know, I know, that it sounds a little cliche MC so-and-so on the mountain getting preachy Someone always twisting up your words like you're T-Pain But to keep that money right, you have got to remain Silent as the moment when you're lying in an open casket And they ask how to divide up what you're holding Cash flow might slow your last cold night But an a**hole's life's still an a**hole's life I want to smoke the same sh** Castro likes While dummy type honeys say "that's so tight" Collect money like I pa**ed go twice And bet it on Decepticons in Hasbro fights [Hook] [Verse 2: Soul Khan] They say Americans are arrogant and fat As the gats that they carry in Iraq But I barely can attack My own shadow, can't load that ammo It's a grown man's battle, they ain't airing it on SMACK When Ike Turner pa**ed on his life's work and pa**ion All we could remember was the wife that he slapped on So even though the music is supposed to be the measurement I'll never lift an f'ing fist unless it's in defense of this Liberty to Rock Bells, even if the stock sales drop, well, I fell In the land of the blind, you die or you talk Braille, tough as an ox tail To travel this far when your car's on the wrong rail So, if you do connect with that future you're expecting You should use a breath mint and lose that stupid weapon Boogaloo electric? Nah, too broke I told you all I know but I'm glad we spoke [Hook]