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You are now, not then, not soon, nor ever before You are now out of tune, digital tulips in bloom And we got the green light for takeoff, all systems go Please take the brakes off, we don’t need em anymore They say God made man, man remade God And then the remade God remade man Who made computers Well, that’s the basic steps, I skipped a couple though First he cave-paints a pixelated buffalo On the wall – the image of his desire Looking to the future, like ‘Did he envision wires?’ Or wonder ‘Why is it so difficult To live inside the moment?’ When that moment is defined By the binary coding inside Every single cell, single kilobyte, megabyte Gigabyte, terabyte and so on He chose flight cause he didn’t have to fight Cause really, what’s the option? A pterodactyl bite? Baje was a Megalodon shark Skipped on the swan ark Swam along the side until the ship docks And when the plank drops, that’s when he rips shop I roll with Yung Snaf, and also Big Scott And their drums bang, and I rhyme ish So call it Nuk Fam, or call it timeless Or call it nothing nil, or call it suckin' still You call it what you will, this ish is uffin' ill