[Verse 1: Priviledge]
Exist inside that space where technology and reality
Don’t meet ethernetic wifis, where signals won’t fly
When the cellphone dies, people say that your dead
With the trials not answering the IMs
They’ll think that you ceased the living
No computer, no phone in the crib
That’s prehistoric conditions
Corny ass Fred Flintstone niggas
Having people come and check for you
Reinforced doubt, throwing pebbles at the crib
Just to get you out the house, blowing shots at kids
Bam bam brought the Barney rubble with the hardest
With the AR fifth harness kick, kids harder than meth
They threw to Beijing, Jill Smith pipe down
And switch seats with my limb, went click click
The abacus, calculate the average advantage
Of a Chinese family buying the national debt
Hustle Japan yet against the pound sterling kills
Now they keep their heroes in a wallet made from dollar bills
[Chorus:]
I got the yo, yo yo
I got the yo, yo, yo
[Verse 2: Billy Woods]
Ride with no feeling, hard top, no glass ceiling
Power steering, we’re on that interior Bravarian engineering
Forty-percent tint, rear windows cracked, broosters millions
No shoes but they look like run flats, silver and black
Pull into your town, mud sprayed on the fuselage, hood steaming
Plates said U-C-G-O-D he step out beaming
Yellow teeth clamped on a seagull, Aurora Borealis tips the season
And it won’t be til he’s leaving that people searching for meanings
Long gone, he smirk at the grieving, swirling, a forty-five riesling
As gnats search for reasons, and rhymes wind like wind through chimes
Spiders spin thin web fine, silken how he ride them yellow lines
Amused by petty crimes, find levity in fratricide over dimes
Babies held to radiators, guns polished to a patient shine
The nickel plated glare reflects yellow spines
Fickle are the things my dear whispered in ears at the moment of clarity
Light in tunnels, hand lamps mercury vapor ablaze
Horn lit glasses, corny as dance with lively flames
You saw him when you were born, you gon’ see him again
He’s a man of few words and a great many names
Exist inside that space where technology and reality
Don’t meet ethernetic wifis, where signals won’t fly
When the cellphone dies, people say that your dead
With the trials not answering the IMs
They’ll think that you ceased the living
No computer, no phone in the crib
That’s prehistoric conditions
Corny ass Fred Flintstone niggas
Having people come and check for you
Reinforced doubt, throwing pebbles at the crib
Just to get you out the house, blowing shots at kids
Bam bam brought the Barney rubble with the hardest
With the AR fifth harness kick, kids harder than meth
They threw to Beijing, Jill Smith pipe down
And switch seats with my limb, went click click
The abacus, calculate the average advantage
Of a Chinese family buying the national debt
Hustle Japan yet against the pound sterling kills
Now they keep their heroes in a wallet made from dollar bills
[Chorus:]
I got the yo, yo yo
I got the yo, yo, yo
[Verse 2: Billy Woods]
Ride with no feeling, hard top, no glass ceiling
Power steering, we’re on that interior Bravarian engineering
Forty-percent tint, rear windows cracked, broosters millions
No shoes but they look like run flats, silver and black
Pull into your town, mud sprayed on the fuselage, hood steaming
Plates said U-C-G-O-D he step out beaming
Yellow teeth clamped on a seagull, Aurora Borealis tips the season
And it won’t be til he’s leaving that people searching for meanings
Long gone, he smirk at the grieving, swirling, a forty-five riesling
As gnats search for reasons, and rhymes wind like wind through chimes
Spiders spin thin web fine, silken how he ride them yellow lines
Amused by petty crimes, find levity in fratricide over dimes
Babies held to radiators, guns polished to a patient shine
The nickel plated glare reflects yellow spines
Fickle are the things my dear whispered in ears at the moment of clarity
Light in tunnels, hand lamps mercury vapor ablaze
Horn lit glasses, corny as dance with lively flames
You saw him when you were born, you gon’ see him again
He’s a man of few words and a great many names
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