Ayo
I'm not a showman I'm a shaman
This ain't entertainment
I infiltrated the matrix
Only way to change it
Mechanical generation
Computation enslavement
Evolution arrangement, devolution of language
Using
Reason to reason, FL Studio cheatin'
Home studio season I can't see where it's
Leading
Even I, victim to kick them engineers in the
Rear
Why
'cause what the bucks of my budget they
Disappear
Nah
I ain't like them nutty dummies I mad involved
Y'all
Don't study nobody pick up the catalog
N*gga I'm analog
Y'all some digital, unoriginal, criminal clones and it's pitiful
No identity so scared to be individuals
N***as wearing mo hawks now, to look identical
Kids say emo's out now they dress identical
Damn now ya'll got my rhymes sounding so identical
Fools Ya'll are programmed, to listen to
Programs by radio programs so get with the
Program
Why are people so damn gullible and slow damn?
Bro ham, most of you dudes are spiritually
Nomads
Never seen a signature, writing in them
Notepads, in the future how we gone know that
You really wrote that?
How will we distinguish a non genius from
Chopin?
Seems to me the machine just took the power
From yo hands
We created Johann Bach and even Gauguin
But somehow we end up in front of a session
Loadin'
Either that or putting code in, mentally sowed and
This where singularity starts
And where the soul ends
Soon we become that session and that's the
Moment, some would call the omen but that's
When the unknown is
Unknown!!!!!