[Verse 1: Spitty]

In a Land Before Time, Littlefoots stomped the yard

When hydrogen was hyperactive striking in the stars

Settling the atoms in a galaxy so far

My prophecy feel composite and locked into the tar

I'm an outer body fellow

Mind wiggle like the jello

Sliming off the limoncello

Wonder why the sun so yellow?

We been building up the Lego

But when should one just let go

Already got the Eggo

And a box of Cigarillos

A box on top my palm that display the greatest meadows

And the Terminator predecessor - Amazon Echo

(Echo, echo) we're swimming in the excess

Google reads my messages like all my crazy exes

I'm the ambiance the opulence and opposite in one

Put the mirror in front of sinners so it shows just what we've done

Carving symbols out of granite granted who could foresee this?

Filling pools with the fetus

Sealing fools into grievance

Seasons greetings from the future post-apocalypse

Pods is stocked with carbon copies observing through Oculus

Automatic operations offered for your body prints

Pulse soul mind social number we need all of it

Dollars come from shiny rocks, factory procedures

Computer number crunching, tapping add features

Regardless of the conquest and the many clocks that's ticking

The soul of any body worth the same as any pigeon

(95)

[Chorus: Dutchie & Nicole Jaskot]

Bass

I got bass

Bass

I got bass

Bass

I got bass (I got it)

Bass

I got bass

[Verse 2: Dutchie]

The story begins, live a life of glory and sin

Cracking 40's in Timbs, rolling passing more to my kin

Living life hella bruises till my warriors win

To king pins from a youngin blunted pouring out gin

Upon the corner, you looking like a foreigner then

Seek your place or greet the reaper-meet the horror within

The aura of sin, look into the eyes of a real one

I feel nun, izm in my blood my people deal sum

Seen some leaking like spilled rum

In the streets we were taught to gain our meals from

Been with them real ones, Markham and Steeles son

My right hand folded and I'm still numb

Got me feeling like I'm Kim Jong Ill son for real son

Skills distilled but still I'm Ill son, flow dirtier than a milfs tongue

Pause, we ain't just no average human beings, we gods

Step into this path with my sword clashing

I forecasted money, show the broke what the format is

They just hand me downs, don't pay no mind if the store has it

95 I be killing em' (ah)

[Chorus: Dutchie & Nicole Jaskot]

Bass

I got bass

Bass

I got bass

Bass

I got bass (I got it)

Bass

I got bass

(95)