[Intro]
You know all those famous stories about people who invented computers and went mad. All thought about the nature of thought and we've absolutely never heard from again

Free Styles over KAYTRANADA beats, style is in
Let me take a second here, hmmmm...

[Verse]
I'm an emcee to the core
And this is war
So what are you showing up for?
Ahh, just slam emcee down to cement
And I invent rhymes, without any intent, I
Left my gates maybe [?]
Pullover, peace to your [?], k that's a supernova
Big dipper, the scale tipper, the professor Gilligan and skipper
Of the laws spoke on the island [?]
You would never survive, when my free style glides
Drunkenly over beats like more liquor from [?]
I think wise and rational
I'm international, from here to Tokyo
Let the rhyme blow, you could never know
Couldn't flow, like the [?] yo
Check your co-writer
You're so [?]
You're swag jagger
You lack reggae
But I'm ducky like a timberland boot, sneaker
The freakier freakier
And I could turn out the beat just like a super creeper
Haa, preach us
That's the chorus, damn haha
[Chorus]
Emcees make dough, but yo they can't free style yo
That's why they set me back, with a gunshot I'll eliminate all of them slowly