Like, you had to really be strong, like your name, your buzz, your-your talent, all your shit, you-your whole package, you had to be some shit! From **** to be runnin' around, spittin' word of mouth about your name, like, you know I'm sayin'?

Yeah

Death of Summer (Yeah)

Yo (Fatal Dose)

Yo

Wait for dawn, raid the stage, steal a H bong

Styrofoam and gasoline make Napalm (Oh)

I punch a full moon to crescent

I'm flippin' images like a spoon's reflection

Fans responsible for arson and cat murders

I'll drive a dump truck to suns into a circle of Flat Earthers

Yeah, no albums pushed back further

I'm just tryna push out projects like crack servers

I put the Barney in the 7-Up (Huh?)

This tear I'm on is like BTK's second run (Oh)

Breath control like eleven, Tibetan monks

Hindu god, more arms than a weapon plug

I'm not tryna eat a rapper's food (nah), I'll lace the meal

First time I smoked DMT, I knew space was real (Wow)

It's near edge, chop off in souvenir heads

I had a victim write this for me at near death (Rooooh)

I'm too prolific

Ballistics will be carved in blue barrels

Out of the apartment like beer kegs

Sniper for wax, sittin' in a maze of record crates

Like DJ Shadow and Scratch (Peace)

For attack from nine paces back

Circumcise an act

I'm Hucklepuck goin' into the trunk for the axe

The purpose of this meeting today is to hear for the first time, the actual voice of a monster, strange as it may seem, the machine stands before us, on the stage, it's a huge thing, looking something like a bad dream out of a science fiction story, two speakers are on, by the side of it. The recordings themselves will not be brought in, they, uh, they look like oversized tape reels, a technician is now placing one on the machine, it signals, for silence