OK Computer

[Intro: Kool A.D.] Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit What the fuck, yo, I’m on the computer Oh shit, what the fuck, holy shit Oh my god, oh my god, oh shit This is the motherfucking future Oh shit, what the fuck, oh shit, shit, fuck… Computer Oh shit, what the fuck, oh my god, what the fuck, holy shit This is the motherfucking future [Verse 1: Kool A.D.] Young Ralph Bakshi Off that bok choy stick Catch me with chop stick Your boy sick Game Boy, game bird on the joystick Somebody holler back Church it's too perfect (oh my god) And we do it every day Rest in peace Matt J Already do it for the bay I’m actually from the bay [?] [?] Wait, nah, ‘74 Bonneville [?] chill See me mob, mob my old school Keep my own sneaks Sway my own Tec And vice-versa I got a nice gat Wait, wait, no, you got one? Mine’s worser I got a mind gat like Dead Prez had In “Mind Sex” Never mind that (no) You don’t hear me though, not English Pidgin talk See me do my little pigeon walk on the stage and shit And then I step off the stage and get paid and shit Laser tag, shoot your vest You’re it Who me? Just the future prez They’re like “Sure, Vic” I’m like “Naw, I’m serious” Nah, blood I’m joking Can’t you tell when a sensual mulatto is joking? The fuck are you assholes smoking? Weed [Hook: Kool A.D.] Holy shit, what the fuck Yo, I’m on the computer Oh shit, oh shit, what the fuck, what the fuck Oh my god, it’s the motherfucking future [Verse 2: VerBS] Verbs, champ loser Cold vamp user So amp usually follies Create ‘em, debate ‘em, it’s progress Ah yes, monstrous [?] padawan [?] XXL scripts [?] that cesspool [?] decibels Festivals, spectacles Yarbles, Testicles Marble floors Offshore Off tour I’m in vestibules I’m investible Let’s make money, go vegan, and eat vegetables Majestic, mad hectic, inside perspective I’m perfect and you ain’t ever heard fresher Eclectic, respected [I write?], I got absurd [textures?] These verbs, these [?] Out all the time Out on the town So devout with the rhyme (fuck yeah) Yeah, maybe Yeah, crazy So what’s really rockstar My energy, I got hot bars Far more [?] than all y’all I’m [?] like [?] with bars, dog You a scary cat just like Snarf Snarf Yo, I’m not what your spot’s used to Chilling with bomb bitches, sipping kombucha Chilling on tumblr (re-blogging) Bumping our future That’s how we do it I’m [the dawn?] rooster Nigga... I don’t know... [Hook: Kool A.D.] [Verse 3: Maffew Ragazino] Cupid zapped me I got a computer love She even DM me a couple nudies ‘cause After the show she told me that she was trying to fuck and Brought a BFF with her, I got the 2 for 1 Old school thugging and still The new gangster is on the dean’s list at Yale Inhale, exhale, pass the weed now My number’s on your new ho’s speed dial Taj Mahal tops on the [cracked valves?] My uncle [?] and need a retrial Rhyme pays, fuck a freestyle Pro Keds with the hi-top argyles Oh shit I get the computers ‘putin Shout out to my nigga [?] Shorty working Hooters knew I could scoop her No loverboy, lovers’ lane, toot her and boot her