[Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle]

I've had the same phone number for a decade

And various phone models strapped next to my left leg

My first power-up was a flip phone

And I could feel the power moving up through my hip bone

Yeah, I got a lady and I dance with her

I'm happy to see her, but what she feels is my transmitter

My antenna span's killin'

I'm all full of data like a Spiderman villain

I'm part flesh and part energy

The last text I sent you was from the heart literally

Taking flights it gets really really deep

I put myself on airplane mode and go to sleep

Between my cell phone, router, computer and solar radiation

My body's full of information

[Hook: Open Mike Eagle]

YEAH! (I HAVE THE POWER)

My body's full of information!

[Verse 2: Open Mike Eagle]

And I don't need a lawyer

Every time I make a call I get a centimeter taller

Yeah, I'm in the skies like the white god

Motherfuck your Spotify, my mind is an iPod

Both of my feets is iPads really

And this hand here's an iPad Mini

And this other hand is an old Wired magazine

When I pass gas it sounds like a fax machine

I be thinking of secret shit then deleting it

My mind's on the internet, if I speak it I'm tweeting it

A lawsuit, some people want to start one

But I got super powers so I'm like no harm done

I'm a thousand feet tall, I don't need no litigation

My body's full of information

[Hook: Open Mike Eagle]

YEAH!

My body's full of information!

[Verse 3: Kool A.D.]

What's a computer, man? I don't even know what that is

I don't even watch TV, what's Catfish?

Don't know much about science book, never read the atlas

My raps run laps around tracks like Pistorius

Wonder how he finna do the new Harlem Shake at the wake

Two-eighths figure skate on the lake

If I fake I'mma jake, if I lie I'mma die

I clean up and look fly in a tie

If you're lost, I'ma find you

Time after time I am the slime, dime after dime

Jukebox money dance, DumbBob FunnyPants

Run god, dunny got a gun in the underpants

Hit the red grass, do the thunder dance

Take a peek under that, run tell shunder that

Somebody run me down the basic premise of Thundercats

It seems somehow relevant to the conversation

Kid's so high, he didn't know how to play the Playstation

Live life on a day-to-day basis

It pays to stay amazingly vaporless

Gaze into the ways I stay yapered, ya bish, ya bish, ya bish