[Intro]

What's this?

*A beat that I cooked up earlier*

Oh, I would’ve baked it because it's so fire

*Do you wanna rap over it?*

Yeah

*Okay*

Let's go

Lactose intolerant

*Not quite on to it*

Eat so much cheese till I build up a tolerance

*Downed so much gotta dairy school scholarship*

Don’t call me if you don't know how to swallow it

[Verse 1]

Cheese he means

Excuse us, please

This is the N and the G: Project PNC

If you don't mess with we'll allow you to leave

For those still here your ears we'll seize

Graham, Greg, Grant: the Synth Mastеr

Kick you to the curb like we did thе pastor

You barely know her, but this is a banger

Leave it at the door by the coat hanger

Do me a favor, shut up and listen

Relish in the music as we locate our mission

Found Scorpius to align my position

Hit you so hard we called the mortician

I mean

(He's got a dark soul)

(Yeah)

You pass by, you pay the toll

Drivin' off bangin' Neo-Soul but

G-Dub’s off cruise control

[Interlude]

(Like whoa what does that mean, "dark sould"?)

You wanna go next?

*Uh, I don’t think I want to*

Why not?

*I think we should like wait a minute*

Wait a minute?

Wait a minute? (Yeah I think we should)

**Wait a minute?**

[Verse 2]

Wait a minute, I just got a new job

At a little restaurant next to the bus stop

New crews, old news, put a lighter to the fuse

Children's birthdays really put me in a bad mood

When they blew on the candle, read my name tag

"Nathaniel"

Cake splattered all over and threw me into a scramble, so

My intolerance to lactose was clear

Didn’t know what to do as I filled up with fear

Spent all day busy playing guitar

Up in the sky, dreams aren't too far

Wearing yellow so mellow, you know that it's true

If you tell me it's not then I’m feelin the blues

Lactose intolerant I'll never submit

I've drank more milk than I could ever admit

And I'm thinking it's hard for me to stay and commit

So if I stay any longer then I think imma quit

[Interlude]

That was very indecisive

And you're not even lactose intolerant

Or-, okay whatever

Let's consult the Funk Gods

(The Funk shall be within you)

(Eh!)

[Interlude]

I just cut some fresh lemons, where's the salt?

Your indecision's not my fault

This is the G.C. Studios, so (Halt!)

Cool down or I'll go and mix you up like a malt

*I really hate how you're talking to me, so

Peel back and listen to me

O'Reilly's can't even replace your insides

Leave you on the curb, gonna catch you a fine*

PNC, the name of the game

So never use our name in vain

This is that N.E.R.D type beat, just use your brain

I'll make hard beats till you shift the plane

*Oh, Ethereal? Shit in your cereal

This whole album is promotional material

Laying in your bed, going full venereal

Your whole life's been a waste of material*