[Intro: Rockwell Knuckles]

So there's this thing...

It's called the theory of planned behavior

You started to predict an individual's intentions to engage in a behavior

At a specific time and place

I don't know if you've been looking at your phones or looking at your screens, but, um...

Careful with your info

[Verse 1: Tef Poe]

You dealing with the new mosquito

Through placebo, I clutch doom

Haile Selassie and Nina rolling on mushrooms

It's quick with flu, I trend like Nipsey Blue

I smoke a blunt, in the hurricane, to get me through

Examine the fact, I took Thor's hammer from Cap

No silicone in the cone, this is natural rap

Technology killer, I can see the sins of the center stage

Since automation started, when they freed the first slaves

My termination was birthed from the birth, from the first bet

K-k-kick an opp in his face with a steel-toed Timberland

Floating through a wormhole, backwards like what's the symbol is

If this the end-game, directed by John Singleton

We been the best since the best was a fuckin' concept

Will Smith was Aladdin and the last man alive, so fuck it, nigga – the last one's left, what's up

[Bridge]

Everyone wants to feel in control!

In the same breath they wanna pay top dollar to be told

What they like, and what they don't

So it seems to me, this confusion is a human error

We keep allowing this to grow, the machines are gonna win

I'm-I'm gonna be the first to say it

[Verse 2: Daemon]

My niggas forever been poor, competitive for the bread

In the land where the only good President is a dead one

And the only real protection is a handgun

Liquor shots for the dead, homies on that red rum (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

And the rich get richer

And we get whatever the rich get sick of

And each year, we diggin' a ditch, get bigger

You eat shit for dinner, your bitch get thicker

Wrote this in Hell, on the floor with a Crayon

'Ghost in the Shell', I'm perform in a séance

I broke the spell, the thoughts that they prey on

The fuckers can't control a soul full of chaos

American gods, the devil is born

And Heaven is torn apart when I settle the score

Develop the form of man that never been more different

A metaphor for killin' never-before witnessed (Uh, uh-huh)

[Verse 3: Rockwell Knuckles]

Deleting every record, you know what I mean

Puttin' mind on my money, downloadin', flee the scene, clean (Uh)

Keep 'em busy with algorithms, making 'em dizzy (Uh)

Put them on game and watch how quickly the pricks will forgive me

They overdid it, with no permission, they startin' drama

Like it's the dimension where Biff married to Marty's mama

No disrespect from they disconnection, they out of power

They'll come back to me in their darkest hour

Everywhere I go, people that I know

Tell me how I glow, my soul is a light show

Since I was little, Ryan always said I was right though

Clean his gun watching WCW Nitro

The gangsta ain't tested, so they figure they try more

Paint theyselves in the corner, then they wind up at my door

Like "What up, dawg?"

"How you feelin', man? What you workin' on?"

"The homies want the green light, they sayin' 'Turn it on,'"

A futurist got a sayin', it's odd –

"But in the land of technology, the hacker is God"

Where everybody charge or church up, get prepared

Hoping your social media bow your heads for prayer, yeah

Type or hype, got nihilists getting scared, yeah

Better life, you fightin' but unaware, yeah

Whoever new revelation, which is really a revelation

To get the babies waking up off of the plantation

[Outro: Rockwell Knuckles]

DAMN!

So there you have it

A few different perspectives to reinforce the notion that you are not going crazy

And you are not being paranoid

And everything that you've been worrying about are the exact things that need to be on your mind

The question is...

What do we do about it?

You know?

[Instrumental]