Verbs - OK Computer lyrics

[Intro: Kool A.D.] Oh sh**, oh sh**, oh sh**, oh sh** What the f**, yo, I'm on the computer Oh sh**, what the f**, holy sh** Oh my god, oh my god, oh sh** This is the motherf**ing future Oh sh**, what the f**, oh sh**, sh**, f**… Computer Oh sh**, what the f**, oh my god, what the f**, holy sh** This is the motherf**ing future [Verse 1: Kool A.D.] Young Ralph Bakshi Off that bok choy stick Catch me with chop stick Your boy sick Game Boy, game bird on the joystick Somebody holler back Church it's too perfect (oh my god) And we do it every day Rest in peace Matt J Already do it for the bay I'm actually from the bay [?] [?] Wait, nah, ‘74 Bonneville [?] chill See me mob, mob my old school Keep my own sneaks Sway my own Tec And vice-versa I got a nice gat Wait, wait, no, you got one? Mine's worser I got a mind gat like Dead Prez had In “Mind Sex” Never mind that (no) You don't hear me though, not English Pidgin talk See me do my little pigeon walk on the stage and sh** And then I step off the stage and get paid and sh** Laser tag, shoot your vest You're it Who me? Just the future prez They're like “Sure, Vic” I'm like “Naw, I'm serious” Nah, blood I'm joking Can't you tell when a sensual mulatto is joking? The f** are you a**holes smoking? Weed [Hook: Kool A.D.] Holy sh**, what the f** Yo, I'm on the computer Oh sh**, oh sh**, what the f**, what the f** Oh my god, it's the motherf**ing future [Verse 2: VerBS] Verbs, champ loser Cold vamp user So amp usually follies Create ‘em, debate ‘em, it's progress Ah yes, monstrous [?] padawan [?] XXL scripts [?] that cesspool [?] decibels Festivals, spectacles Yarbles, Testicles Marble floors Offshore Off tour I'm in vestibules I'm investible Let's make money, go vegan, and eat vegetables Majestic, mad hectic, inside perspective I'm perfect and you ain't ever heard fresher Eclectic, respected [I write?], I got absurd [textures?] These verbs, these [?] Out all the time Out on the town So devout with the rhyme (f** yeah) Yeah, maybe Yeah, crazy So what's really rockstar My energy, I got hot bars Far more [?] than all y'all I'm [?] like [?] with bars, dog You a scary cat just like Snarf Snarf Yo, I'm not what your spot's used to Chilling with bomb b**hes, sipping kombucha Chilling on tumblr (re-blogging) Bumping our future That's how we do it I'm [the dawn?] rooster n***a... I don't know... [Hook: Kool A.D.] [Verse 3: Maffew Ragazino] Cupid zapped me I got a computer love She even DM me a couple nudies ‘cause After the show she told me that she was trying to f** and Brought a BFF with her, I got the 2 for 1 Old school thugging and still The new gangster is on the dean's list at Yale Inhale, exhale, pa** the weed now My number's on your new ho's speed dial Taj Mahal tops on the [cracked valves?] My uncle [?] and need a retrial Rhyme pays, f** a freestyle Pro Keds with the hi-top argyles Oh sh** I get the computers ‘putin Shout out to my n***a [?] Shorty working Hooters knew I could scoop her No loverboy, lovers' lane, toot her and boot her