Verse 1: Android Nugam
Faded with a laptop and Wi-Fi, return of the lyric Jedi
Call me Steve- a real guy's guy- but I can't c any competition- even in my mind's eye-
It's a wonder how super woman is just gonna fly by
And watch patiently as I copulate with the world dry
Why, am I doing this?
Spitting with such fluentness into kids brain, as I influenced him to become a goat one day and maybe ruin, his own life playing truant in it
Damn, you understand what's happening innit?
Speaking like I'm British- I'm griming, my rap talents diminished
I'm in it to win it. Unless it's my mind coz that's f**ed like we did it
My life suits season 3, the scripts f**in flipped
And I'm the underrated hero: all hail the one manned team Litt!
Only difference is life's Harvey and I reduce it to ashes in the midst of the barmy army
Verse2
Word to my colonialists
I'm going Cecil Rhodes on this
As I pave highways and poems on this. Black asphalt rap
Re flipped like a java script
While I put this Tim Horton's Double-Double to my lips
Double cupped ice caps that I'm popping in your noggin
As I screw the world, screw monogamy. Generally speaking, do u roger me?
I met the immovable object but it ain't stopping me
Obviously, higher than a Heisenberg poppy seed
This lime Smirnoff in me. All I want is girls to get lower than the age of majority
Young broke black kid, rap is my only option- see?
That life is a scenario and this is just my view of it
Tryna paint a picture see if someone could make use of it
Fruits of the labour of my mind: could you deduce from it
That any career other than rap would just be ludicrous
Verse 3
Listening to old school beats to craft my newest spits
Call me Ludwig van Gogh painting pictures with music b**h
The school of rap, I'm the valedictorian student kids
All wanna be me, lemme show em how I do this sh**
Open up Ur mind up to yourself. Remove all indoctrination
I would know that's my area specialisation
There is no brain in my head I swear u can hear these thoughts reverberating
Trying to get out and see the light of day I feel their mental aching
Cerebral jail breaking
No longer sense making
Only baby minds. That's f**ed up brains being raised
Mental patients being praised by the world in L.A. what I say? saints