Lyrics:
Enabled them to be number 1
Contrast this situation with Pointcast
Pointcast was one
Of the first Internet applications to catch
Fire they were the buzz
Crystallized environments
Subculture, distinct subcultures have
Disintegrated to the
Point where it's a more
Individual that each person is their own
number, this internet pimpin still prevails
[Chorus]
So I log on to the Facebook, I'm tryin' to find me a good look
I'm lookin' for a lil' one night
number of women making love on the Internet !
Will I see her? Will I see her face… making love for the Internet?
I ran her name on the websites, I've
number
I search this globe from east to west
Monkeys batter on their chest
And I'm lookin' for a resource
To find you again my dear
Again, my dear, oh no
Bioweapon viruses
Filled in my environment
Socialism coming I ain’t talking ‘bout the fireman
Y’all thought we were crazy listening to Alex Jones
niggas, old niggas they don't wanna beef (yeah)
They say they in the street, but their block don't agree
I'm number one, no cap, big facts
Hey DJ, this
away from
Who wanna play dungeon?
No one is safe from
In search of a brain surgeon, a great one
Wait, it ain't funny, man
It's urgent, I need one
hurt men.
That I perpetuate a cycle like a spin class.
Living for new purchase,
And google know when you search shit;
To show it to you on your social
The environment sick though
Questioning what I was sent for
My therapist number two pencil
(Talk to me)
Live in a world full of clowns
They masking identity with
where leopards lurk
Lock your soul down with an esoteric weapon search
Strap a bomb to one of your labels record clerks
And activate it as soon as they
into your shazam?
search my pinterest,
or the internet
we could could listen to my tedtalk
tag me in a photo, comment on my news show
But I have shut
sell dope
I'm a product of my environment
The work I'm supplyin' if y'all just worker's providin' them with
Drumwork for headshots like early
Drinking on sprite I don't need bottles
Hustle all night my soul been hollow
Pushing on white it's a survival
Stopped doing that now you can't dial
My number
converts entire text threads to, you guessed it, PDF files
My continuing epic saga, also updated at intervals on the Internet Archive
The Gospel of St.
and Afghanistan sands of the Arab lands,
Orders from portable commands and armored caravans,
Internet 3G cellular phones, serial killers buildin mini cells in
the officer with his flashlight
Search around the floor, look hard
Smellin' like something ain't right
Jed's life flashed before him
Like a scratchy old
the officer with his flashlight.
Search around the floor of the car,
Smellin' like something ain't right.
Jed's life flashed before him,
Like a black
could guide you
In between two extremes like Safa and Marwa
In the desert like Bedouins in search of water
Except we’re thirsting for power up in
gat niggas pulling triggers
And they shooting at the stars
Big stacks 7 figures
All my niggas ballers
And I do this for my son
Young Eddie number 1
Is
I wanna burn at the stake
At the same time as lady liberty
A hostile work environment
You can’t publicly shame yourself
When there is no shame
Run
I chase is the numbers
I need cash in abundance
Looking at my ways like, fuck this
So I'm in seek of spiritual guidance
Inshallah, J4 said convert
the confusion The Internet age
Where we live with the intrusion
I drive fast and talk slow
I'm sipping Bordeaux in Bordeaux
Killed a fox
Cut me a couture coat
feels like the internet's a curse and a blessing
'Cause your friends are worldwide, you just search and connect it
But make one wrong move and you servin'
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