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 fucked like we did it

My life suits season 3, the scripts fuckin 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 bitch

The school of rap, I’m the valedictorian student kids

All wanna be me, lemme show em how I do this shit

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 fucked up brains being raised

Mental patients being praised by the world in L.A. what I say? saints