[Verse 1: The Wilde]
Listen to riff-raff trying to sell itself
Talking weed, money bitches sounds like everybody else
I am simply synthesis, antithesis of this shit
Wishing it was different so I'll preach it till it is
White like Vanilla Ice, Miller, and Macklemore
Can't jump, can't dunk, can't slap backboards
All my tracks slaps even though I don't stack more
Smack nerds back to the burbs if they call me dirty words
Call me Peter Pan, never grow up
Captain of the hooks, good looks, or close enough
Most of my shit isn't boastin', it's love
And I'm coastin' and toasted and trying to have fun with it
Wallet's got ones, and I don't need your stuff
I don't tote guns and I don't buy the fluff
All I need are real friends, sun, and sand to post up
Dark lens days, long nights, west coast, yup!

[Verse 2: The Wilde]
Listen to the pop stars trying to climb the pop charts
It all sounds the same like they're processed: pop tarts
I don't claim to be the best and I don't need the title either
Only beats homies and trees so I can't float into the ether
Modern day McCandless your parents can't handle it
I tell them I make hip-hop they look at me like damn
I'm a wet cement vandalist, a musical anarchist
Hustling on my own hoping my destiny will manifest
Pray for the best and expect the gutter
In the past ten years I grew up out of my stutter
Want my flow to steer me clear of tidal waves like a rudder
You can use them all for baking: they're smooth like PAM
Up in the booth like Shaq, Shazam
Here’s a brand new beat made for TV, KaBlam!
It’ll never make it here, but it’s big in Japan
I’ll damn up the mainstream and start my own brand

[Hook: The Wilde & Natalie Sullivan]
This is urban liberation
For an alien nation
Tune into your own station
And embrace the sensation

[Verse 3: Scarub]
I’m not one for boarders, I be scaling them
Out this new world order, taking trails that bend
I don’t follow, don’t understand, or deal with them
Laws of nature; only rules, nothing realer than
No cloned chromosomes, I stand alone
Amongst a flock of sheep, I’m an alien
You’re not from where I’m going, different time zone
We don’t form the same crop circles, fill you in
I’m like helium, when you breathe; exhale with a higher form of speech
High pitch like throwing over trees, rock hard like I’m boating over seas
Interstellar aviator surfing audio waves on your receiver
Put an ear to the speaker
Hear me flow over beats, I just coast like a beach, stay a float with a speech
At my leisure
The less I care what you think I feel free-er
Shooting star on my way to Mars
And yes I’m rare, don’t you blink, while I’m here
I’m just passing through, suspect at large
Urban liberation living with no hesitations
Creative thinking mixed and merged with imagination
Swerving and chasing mines, dream catching, time racing
Got to streamline, emerge out the situation
So many trends, hash tags, and fads
This alien nation is hard to get a grasp
Get a grip, get a clue, get a pass
Life’s a trip. How long will you last?
I tune out and tune into my own station
And listen to my intuition like a broadcast
The moon in out, and they say the sky is the limitation
But on the surface of it, isn’t there some new paths?
So I’m embracing the sensation
Change the future right now; build a better past
Haters gonna hate, turn it into motivation
Originate like the greats, until we’re free at last

[Hook]
This is urban liberation
For an alien nation
Tune into your own station
And embrace the sensation