[Verse 1: Lofty305]
You better take your time
Ain't nobody takin' mine
'Cause I'm on my grind
What's on my mind?
The next word I'm bout to say
Freestylin' in the booth with my family
In a mothafuckin' room where we chillin'
Lookin' at a Freebase painting trippin'
Walls drippin'
Beat knockin'
Lofty305, yeah I dropped in
Just to fuckin' spit a few words
For the people of the future
Have you heard about skateboards?
Did you hit South Beach to skate that shit or does it not exist anymore?
Is it just some history?
I'm glad to be in your ears
I'm complete
Yeah, and I'll live forever
As long as we vibin' to this shit together
Cokey Shores criminal, no, nevermore
Now I'm a posh gangster
Four, bitches on the dick, right now
Texting me
It's like a mothafuckin' web of bitches
Chea
[Verse 2: Ruben Slikk]
The titties (Titties, titties)
Are huge (Fuckin' huge, just fuckin' huge)
Her booty (Booty, booty)
Got juice (So much juice)
Them titties (Them titties, titties)
Goddamn (Goddamn, goddamn)
Look at her coochie
Her coochie, you can see it through her drawls

[Verse 3: STRENPH]
Man, I'm humble like when Gandhi sing
But I rumble like Gundam Wing
Heavenly archangel celestial being
Earn my stripe, no Red Bull, got my wings
We don't take flight, yeah we lift off
Catch me in that all black kid car
Red LEDs got me with Dmitri
But I'm steady in the lab like a petri, dish
It's a genie hologram world, n***a, wish
Here's the proof to the mystery, legend, myth
Strength, strength
Abundance

[Verse 4: Kidd Lucid]
Damn this beat makes me feel like I'm trippin' in a forest
Feelin' like oh so godly, you can call me Horus
Now I'm sittin' under a tree, feeling like the Buddha
Your girl tells me her fantasy, calls me Luda
And I do got hoes in different galaxy codes
Intergalactic pimp, so I flow with a limp
These aren't words, these are vibrations that are speaken
One question though
Who is the deacon?
[Verse 5: Mr. B the Poshtronaut]
Yeah, uh
It's an everyday process, livin' in this world
But I do know one thing, I wanna find a girl
Who can share these same emotions that I'm havin'
Maybe we can just sit back and laugh at all this stupid ass shit
That the world brings with it
But all I really know is that my style's too exquisite
That's why I'm part of Metro Zu, a collective family
Soon to own a Grammy for fuckin' people's mammy
I'm just playin', my n***a
It's simple and plain
Mr. B the type of n***a that's hard to maintain
Because I got such a fascinating brain that these hoes
Wanna get up on my dick and just slang that shit, ya feel me?
But that's okay, I'm getting back on it
For anybody who wants it
Aw I fucked up, but it- oh damn the beat just ended