Lyrics:

Extended suspended notions of victory
Olitny of statistically satisfactory batteries
Of success, cause we glitter on your T.V. sets
Get it off your chest (Yeah I said it cracka)
Now I've seen spirits flip breakbeats
From termite hills by baobab trees
Flippin' MCs back to cynical leaves
Incantations

Human beings flash back to
Matter and matter is music
I saw a prince roll out on the gondola of soul down in Mississippi in '83
Straight down to the source
Saw the delta open like a lovers palm and
The song spread out in the wind, back over the ocean

See I
Shapeshift with my free speech
We arrange new cultures every day of the week
The economy's rough like power puffs and
Dr. Kats animation so
How the fuck you gonna make it through these amalgamations of nature
It's all bullshit quickly fallin' apart like
Puzzles that never worked from the start so
You better grab on real hard and just realize
There's just a little bit of pie left
And those slices [are] like crumbs

All you suckers looking for apples
In a world of worms
Figure out you're just better off
Spreading out your mental germs
AKA memes
When you flip these it's like microchips exploding
All MCs beholding what they got which be the reality
That's what keeps smolderin'
This here is tradition listen
I'm gonna catch you and the band
We all gonna lead on
Like we all was buddies bolding

Say Rock
How'd you
Like to
Hustle down to
Bergamot Station
Revive that old vibe
Old time love now

Whip along

I catch flows like indos on Diamondbacks
Think so hard that my brain shoot smack
Just to keep it, easy, and all other MCs get on my shit like they slow jammin'
Don't even understand I'm like the hangnail that never goes stale
Keep it all together while you all just fucked up from Jericho Jail
Up in your eye
I just fly with some shiggle
But yeah, why don't you stop to try, a little
Peace