[Hook: Kassa x2]
What the hook gonna be?
I don’t need no fucking hook on this beat
Like brrr, ah stick ‘em
Ah-ah-ah, stick ‘em

[Verse 1: Kool A.D.]
Pacific oceanical
Street, avenue, sidewalk
Heh, highway freeway
It’s my birthday
Botanical garden, lamping, limping
Half-black George Carlin
Black Bill Clinton
Shout to Darwin [?]
Global village idiot
Killing it
Shout to Illingsworth
Tell me if you feeling it
Awesome
[Sample: Oh shit]
This from Murphy Lee
Paper certainly [?]
Early [?] who cares

[Verse 2: Dada Powell]
Rocky on the steps
Trying to tell the truth
I ain’t trying to fuck around
Figure out sound [?]
Mama got you a new two-way now
And a few small plants
For your dorm room down in
Middletown
Oh, that’s cute
I’m coming through
Out the booth
Never shoot from the hip
Rather that I just shoot from the lip
Yo
And I’m closing these discussions
When I be coming through and
Busting through with no percussion
Just giving you a quick introduction
When I be coming through
Yes [?] girlie gets a suction
When I be Bugsin’...
Oh, like Muggsy, Bogues (right)
I’m Boguesin’, I’m Muggsy
When I be coming through
Yes I’m feeling kinda bubbly
Like I was Bugs Bunny
Or something
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kassa]
Don’t believe in culture
‘Cause I don’t believe in vultures
Don’t believe in alters
‘Cause I don’t believe imposters
[?] steel with the super-clean [?] feel
Let me chill like a marinade
Drive around the barricade
Buy into the fairer trade
Look at all the change that terror made
I’m at the airport, probably touch my hair today
Scared to say I don’t know the fairer way
I just want a aeroplane
Eyes on the sparrow, mane
Gold chains
Flowing through my marrow, mane
Pardon my tarot game
Caroline, [carroll lane?], [Carroll Garden?]
I beg your pardon
You got a fresh set
Of Dolly Partons
Pardon my polly
Crackers repeat the sciences
Social studies
No textbooks
Study the next hook
Cross-reference my next look
Photo shoots
Chef or cook
Future got you extra shook
I’m texting and driving at the same damn time
I might as well drink
I paid my fine
In the same damn rhyme
Don’t drink and drive
Think of surviving
Think that I’m high
I’m meditating
I’m building, motivating
I’m Matt Damon
Bourne Identity
[Mourning?] my frenemies and enemies
N***a, I get it in