[Chorus]
It’s so unnatural to be natural in a world that’s natural
It’s too natural

It’s so unnatural to be natural in a world that’s natural
It’s too natural

[Verse 1: O’hene Savant]
This is the era of the shuffle and the playlist
Age of the a-list celebrity is gone with the aegis
Nations are downloading and uploading
Folks post blogs and browns hoping for atonement
For one moment in the virtual land, avatars replace children
The virtue of man is lost because we try to flee from our nature
Waver, major labels shrink waves up
Now the genies escape, the bottle is cracked
Don’t nobody wanna hear singing models, that’s wack
It’s not culturе, passion, soul in the thoughts you imagine like what’s from thе offspring of Katherine Jackson
Action, cameras and lights
But without all of that, are you nice?
‘cause that’s not natural, it’s mechanical
Like [?] or [?], I gots to go

[Chorus]
It’s so unnatural to be natural in a world that’s natural
It’s too natural
It’s so unnatural to be natural in a world that’s natural
It’s too natural

[Verse 2: Al B Art]
Let me speak my mind, a difficult to find peace of mind
So I make time to hear a [?] and compose a piece of mine
Frozen in time plus divine within the womb of God’s design
Planting seeds in fertile souls, leaving learning trees behind
What is man achieving? Or what web is he weaving?
Structures dedicated to heathens, the color green is receding
To loving Yah’s the end response, hands dirty but in a [?]
Talent [?] innovative sage and a man of renaissance
My handwriting is a living font devoid [?]
O’hene’s instrumentals are a work of art and a true savant
Through ambition, artistic suspicion, radio transmissions
Lost position, the new Indian is the American musician
So my abode is ode’s road, path of road we rode
Earthly soul, [?]’s code, nothing old with my ode
Get it? Nothing old with my ode

[Chorus]
It’s so unnatural to be natural in a world that’s natural
It’s too natural

It’s so unnatural to be natural in a world that’s natural
It’s too natural
[Verse 3: O’hene Savant]
They demonize sexuality until the big orgasm when the morgue has ‘em like they were born phantoms
Like who are is an abomination, nun dominatrix teach the congregation
The mind’s racing, I could jot pages
What a disconnect
If I could only disconnect from the internet
This is the techno age, go get the TEC
It’s less pain to be gained from a distant death
The fighter planes drop bombs and try to maim
I’m playing fighter games, feeling like I’m the same
But I’m the guy at the [?], see, the lines be divine
We the jackhammers that break the concrete of hatred
Face it, the matrix is made for the basic
And that’s why y’all work for them agents
I’m independent, my whole sound is Motown
If I was you, I would slow down

[Chorus]
It’s so unnatural to be natural in a world that’s natural
It’s too natural

It’s so unnatural to be natural in a world that’s natural
It’s too natural