[Verse 1: Hujili]
I'm staring at an abacus while fathoming a cataclysm
Flying high with my pterodactyls and I might attack you with 'em
I’m the type of guy that’s never in tune with activism
The only thing I care about is this habitat we live in
Atom splitting bag of izm to battle these data schisms
Mathematics can seem magical when you're in rhythm
Man, I can’t imagine how I'd ever live without my bass drum
That sounds like its 8 tons heard from many miles
Like that Daytona circuit with the fans going wild
Always say no to opportunists, they'll use you quick
And turn on you like a sundial leave you on a dungpile
Or even worse on the cold, bloody tiles
I got lyrics you should ponder more than decency, I foster
Get buried deep in the frequencies and feces from the fodder
Nosferatu fucked your father, sorry if I went too far there
But your bitch loves my ball hair, ugh, pardon this brash act
But a bit a pallbearer, I'll haul your ash ass
You may be Avant garde but you still need to flashback
Greedy mothafuckas, fuck you and your Nasdaq
Steezy with the ruckus, I hope you brought a gas mask
Wheezy from the fumes, boy you soon to feel the backlash
Stack cash, I'd rather gain necessities like cat food and ramen
Fuck currency, I'd rather earn chronic
Turning topics to toxic slime when I be on sight
I'm staring at an abacus while fathoming a cataclysm
Flying high with my pterodactyls and I might attack you with 'em
I’m the type of guy that’s never in tune with activism
The only thing I care about is this habitat we live in
Atom splitting bag of izm to battle these data schisms
Mathematics can seem magical when you're in rhythm
Man, I can’t imagine how I'd ever live without my bass drum
That sounds like its 8 tons heard from many miles
Like that Daytona circuit with the fans going wild
Always say no to opportunists, they'll use you quick
And turn on you like a sundial leave you on a dungpile
Or even worse on the cold, bloody tiles
I got lyrics you should ponder more than decency, I foster
Get buried deep in the frequencies and feces from the fodder
Nosferatu fucked your father, sorry if I went too far there
But your bitch loves my ball hair, ugh, pardon this brash act
But a bit a pallbearer, I'll haul your ash ass
You may be Avant garde but you still need to flashback
Greedy mothafuckas, fuck you and your Nasdaq
Steezy with the ruckus, I hope you brought a gas mask
Wheezy from the fumes, boy you soon to feel the backlash
Stack cash, I'd rather gain necessities like cat food and ramen
Fuck currency, I'd rather earn chronic
Turning topics to toxic slime when I be on sight
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