[Hook: Kassa x2]

What the hook gonna be?

I don’t need no fucking hook on this beat

Like brrr, ah stick ‘em

Ah-ah-ah, stick ‘em

[Verse 1: Kool A.D.]

Pacific oceanical

Street, avenue, sidewalk

Heh, highway freeway

It’s my birthday

Botanical garden, lamping, limping

Half-black George Carlin

Black Bill Clinton

Shout to Darwin [?]

Global village idiot

Killing it

Shout to Illingsworth

Tell me if you feeling it

Awesome

[Sample: Oh shit]

This from Murphy Lee

Paper certainly [?]

Early [?] who cares

[Verse 2: Dada Powell]

Rocky on the steps

Trying to tell the truth

I ain’t trying to fuck around

Figure out sound [?]

Mama got you a new two-way now

And a few small plants

For your dorm room down in

Middletown

Oh, that’s cute

I’m coming through

Out the booth

Never shoot from the hip

Rather that I just shoot from the lip

Yo

And I’m closing these discussions

When I be coming through and

Busting through with no percussion

Just giving you a quick introduction

When I be coming through

Yes [?] girlie gets a suction

When I be Bugsin’...

Oh, like Muggsy, Bogues (right)

I’m Boguesin’, I’m Muggsy

When I be coming through

Yes I’m feeling kinda bubbly

Like I was Bugs Bunny

Or something

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kassa]

Don’t believe in culture

‘Cause I don’t believe in vultures

Don’t believe in alters

‘Cause I don’t believe imposters

[?] steel with the super-clean [?] feel

Let me chill like a marinade

Drive around the barricade

Buy into the fairer trade

Look at all the change that terror made

I’m at the airport, probably touch my hair today

Scared to say I don’t know the fairer way

I just want a aeroplane

Eyes on the sparrow, mane

Gold chains

Flowing through my marrow, mane

Pardon my tarot game

Caroline, [carroll lane?], [Carroll Garden?]

I beg your pardon

You got a fresh set

Of Dolly Partons

Pardon my polly

Crackers repeat the sciences

Social studies

No textbooks

Study the next hook

Cross-reference my next look

Photo shoots

Chef or cook

Future got you extra shook

I’m texting and driving at the same damn time

I might as well drink

I paid my fine

In the same damn rhyme

Don’t drink and drive

Think of surviving

Think that I’m high

I’m meditating

I’m building, motivating

I’m Matt Damon

Bourne Identity

[Mourning?] my frenemies and enemies

Nigga, I get it in