[Part I]

(Instrumental)

[Part II]

[Verse 1: Pyramid Vritra]

Niggas really thought that they could match the steez

Dripping from the ladle tipping dreidel off this fucking brew

Jamesons in my cup, umm Weed in my swisher, caps inside my chocolate verses make hoes go down like watergate

By the lake around 11 after Tyler leaves I'm fucking you

Leave and let these bitches brew, boiling in that cauldron causing ruckus yelling fuck em they don't touch us

Cause we're touchless like brussel sprouts in the school cafe

Thats prolly why these niggas hate, we droppin shit like USA

Change the game like nagasaki, radiating swag my wave

Surf or get a raft my wave, smoking Howard Taft get a whiff from the draft

When my niggas past drifting that McLaren

I'm clean as Linwood Burton, inside berry sorbet

Slipping in the kitchen with them chicken beats, make these cattle show them teets

Spit it until my molars flee, drenched in all the finer things

I'll drag em to the sea, until I burn to 33rd degree

[Verse 2: Mr. Frog Toad]

The valleys I escape emerging in this

Unfamiliar color, petals roses, trees and things where

Blank faced girls chase each other by waves wearing ocean breeze

Nights of lows and sorrow dwell often in the mid day

What can I be for me when I am (for you)

Just what is clear no reason for pupils to show. Read what is said as it passes rewind and restart this

If so, what I see is what you see. Our escapes now relate

As we sail away you live in what we built during our stay where color clones of us roamed

Where we stepped remembering what we've created is nice but what about once we've left?

[Verse 3: KC 2.0]

It's been years and I'm still in the second version

Given purpose since my evolution, worthless are your dull conclusions

Almost prophetic the alpha to these egyptian structures

Oddly considered the causes of music's instant color

And by color I mean beauty you're in black and white of course

Nobody really knows happy marriage you divorce

It's over what they say when they point at the sky

And see us casting shadows swallowing the countryside

Yeah your bitch left you for us but we let her decide

An unbiased decision and that choice had precision

You heard she wanna come kick it with the pyramids, unzip it for the pyramids and lick it for the pyramids

Well this is from the pyramids, here's your invitation

To watch us rise higher than the clouds should be amazing

Views from down there on the ground an ant to an eagle, it's a fish to a seagull when you try to compare us

The latter us was broke but look, musics repaired us

[Verse 4: Pyramid Vritra]

And yet they still look to the skies for hope

Ignorant to what they, you, her, him, and I hold

Believing only what their told, clouded by the boundaries of those who you will never see

And who you're taught you will never be. Slaves. Slave, work my little worker bee

Work, work your days away. Spend your pension on the things you should have been rationed for the freedom

But instead to disagree is short of treason, praise be, praise he who deals with all that we cannot handle

To fickle and too weak to grasp our own minds, but why would we? Why would we want to? None of that matters

Work, buy, die, die, die, die