[Intro: Kool A.D.]

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit

What the fuck, yo, I’m on the computer

Oh shit, what the fuck, holy shit

Oh my god, oh my god, oh shit

This is the motherfucking future

Oh shit, what the fuck, oh shit, shit, fuck…

Computer

Oh shit, what the fuck, oh my god, what the fuck, holy shit

This is the motherfucking 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 shit

And then I step off the stage and get paid and shit

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 fuck are you assholes smoking?

Weed

[Hook: Kool A.D.]

Holy shit, what the fuck

Yo, I’m on the computer

Oh shit, oh shit, what the fuck, what the fuck

Oh my god, it’s the motherfucking 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 (fuck 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 bitches, sipping kombucha

Chilling on tumblr (re-blogging)

Bumping our future

That’s how we do it

I’m [the dawn?] rooster

Nigga...

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 fuck 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, pass 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, fuck a freestyle

Pro Keds with the hi-top argyles

Oh shit

I get the computers ‘putin

Shout out to my nigga [?]

Shorty working Hooters knew I could scoop her

No loverboy, lovers’ lane, toot her and boot her