Compute - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Please look, my way

I'm not profane

Please look my way

I've got, a lot to give

A lot to give to you

Please look my way

They cannot compare

They don't do it over here

Whisper and I'm gone

But something seems wrong

[Chorus]

Something that don't compute, it ain't me (Hey)

[Verse 2]

I wanna go to the show just like the next man

But shit ain't sane

I wanna take to that girl with the big ol' thang

But thangs ain't sane

I wanna walk outside with no direction

But shit ain't sane

I wanna live this life, this life like a baller

But shit ain't sane

I wanna drink swamp water and talk to your daughter

But she ain't right

I wanna go to Pico El Pollo Loco

But that ain't right

I wanna be Ben Franklin, put it in the sky

And fly my kite

I wanna change this place with all of the thoughts

That I conceive

I wanna talk to my man and say, "How you doin'?"

But he may leave

I wanna do the things and not wipe my eyes

From disbelief

I wanna kiss that girl and talk to that one

And get that one and talk to this one

And have a big family under the sun

But that's insane

[Chorus]

Something that don't compute, it ain't me (Hey)

[Guitar solo: Kurt Rosenwinkel]

[Chorus]

Something that don't compute, it ain't me

[Interlude]

Come on (Come on), let's work (Let's work)

Who dat? (Who dat?), oh, that's Kurt (That's Kurt)

Come on (Come on), let's work (Let's work)

Who dat? (Who dat?), oh, that's Kurt (That's Kurt)

[Guitar solo: Kurt Rosenwinkel]

[Interlude]

Come on (Come on), get down (Get down)

[Guitar solo: Kurt Rosenwinkel]

[Interlude]

Come on (Come on), let's work (Let's work)

Who dat? (Who dat?), oh, that's Kurt (That's Kurt)

Come on (Come on), let's work (Let's work)

Who dat? (Who dat?), oh, that's Kurt (That's Kurt)

[Guitar solo: Kurt Rosenwinkel]

[Verse 3]

Why everybody won't be fuckin' with me

Just because I'm different with my poetry?

And I really don't be tryin', it just go that way

Fuck being popular, far from a stupid star

More like dust from a one def L

The Earth gravity, it tried to siphon me to hell

People pass judgment and they say what they wanna say

All of that there make they rigor mortis anyway

I'ma seek life, go about it on my everyday

Matador man, bull is out, people scream "Olé!"

More three-dimension, far from convention

If you want the next shit, then you at the next session

Wanna play it safe in these fragile times of war?

Join the population—what the fuck you waitin' for?

Rich man focus on the poor man booty

And a poor child focused on a TV cutie

[Chorus]

It ain't me

Something that don't compute, it ain't me (Hey)

Something...

Something that—

Something

Something that—

Something

Something that—

(Hey)

[Guitar solo: Kurt Rosenwinkel]

[Outro]

It ain't me