Prepare to be gobsmacked while god gets whacked
Hot raps packed back to back with facts
Back in black I’m Agent Que here to ruin you day
Got a noisy cricket for the wickedest strays
In all the wickedest ways ive seen man play god
Try to make dinosaurs, like aint a damn thing odd
Aint a damn thing god could do to stop the crew
They’re watching you to see your moves
To make computers who act just like you
To work in the factories with olfactory sensors that can smell their shit
That’s the plan that’s it
I understand that it’s
A lot to grasp when you really wanna ask
Will a bot qualify for a platinum plaque
Cuz really I ain’t having that
We gotta keep art with the hearts of our pack

We live with man made pain
In man made houses, and man made planes
For when men make plans to make man made reigns
To make men stop, aint a damn thing changed
They said god made man in his own image
Just to make a new god using his visage
Now AI’s gonna build the next prison
To keep down the folks who are out there living
Driving cars or planes? Are you a pilot?
The first bold move made to stop the change of climate
Would be to neutralize the infection
This ain’t the last of us, we’re all the infected
A new directive would be great but we’re stepping
Into a weird pool that’ll teach it’s own lessons
Catch up

You gotta take the wheel
If you want to make the real
Just try to make them feel
A little bit of something if it’s real
It’ll cut through, and appeal
To like minded folks in your field
Use that to play shows, make foes with your bros cuz a common enemy will make all lights glow
I suppose
I propose
To limit what grows
Before a Terminator shows up and I’m froze
The toy soldiers even bolder
Archer doesn’t stand a chance with no boulders
Or crossbows I’m across from my foe
Writing in my phone, and of course it’s an iPhone
Decepticon? maybe, but it’s still my phone
Either way I know that I’m not alone