[prod. by mr. master]

[intro: mr. master]

(shave and a haircut)

Bitch, this ain't ultra but it's ultra

The past weeks, keep it a buck, have been tumultuous. Ayy

No skin off my temporal lobe

'Cause the brain don't strain

Off days of cortisol build up

Aye, this shit's ultra but it's not though

The master been really a bachelor doin' doctoral. Ooh

Bang brought Johnny Dang out of a John Doe

A rock's throw from John Deere. Just need a lawnmo-

[verse: mr. master]

Ayy. Throwaway. Dead that shit in one shot

Tide ‘em over till the next one drop and the dry spell stop

New nerdcore. How could I not?

Pretentious. Rose lenses

Swing still ding off the fences. Throwaway

Big death for an innocent life

Big crash for a routine flight. Get your shit right

Throw it away. May God have mercy

On all those failin' to merk me. Pray

A young kid breakin' my back

'cause a team full o' so-called pros can't play?

Who am I, Trae?

LA struck gold in the Ridge

But a greased up kid said that shit don't stay

Malaise. The biz so lived in already

That's a decade on nth. Y'all late

Okay, what’s really a joke’s how

The more y’all practice, the worse y’all get

Fourth wall break like Bertolt Brecht

Quiet as kept, this myelin sheath

Makes white when it's stress

I Boosh almighty the right outta left

Teach a Orville Forte to grind like MacGrub

Don't need no Fourier to transform tones

These vocal cords automatically tune

Throwaway. Thread that critical spot

Tide ‘em over till the next tick tock on the doomsday clock

New nerdcore. Haters say shopped

Amicus. Malfeasance

Beautiful people all like, “Leave us, go away.”

Facsimile assimilation’s a no

Facts still agree. Fashionably late to the show

Had fixity past iterations ago

Antiquity. Brand new engagement. Hello

Differance. Big difference. No prox’mate

Derrida. Y’all derelict. Ain’t clocked it

Widthways snippin’ these heartstrings

Ridgway serial killer my darlings

Transcribe verses on vellum and parchment

Genius secrets. Hella compartments

Woah. Ayy. Legit

Is this a joke, a jam, or highway gyp?

Iunno, pick. Derisive. Salacious

Squared all that and a bag full o’ paint chips

Gang don't see a lot mmm but I still got

Mynx don't gym a lot mmm but she still hot

Phone don't ring a lot mmm no ringer on

Ultra wasn't cool then and it's still not

Throwaway. Dead that shit in one go

Tide 'em over till the next peephole to the raree show

New nerdcore. How did I know?

Forensics. Forced entrance

Tick marks carved into benches. Throwaway

Big stamp of approval

Treadmill straight to the dump for removal

Throwaway