Ah! Cyberdevil! Seth! Here we go...
On my feet, I'm a get back on my feet,
I'm a get back to the beat, I'm a get it and defeat it.
Running through the streets, only neon signs a greeting me.
I can't flee the city it just brings me back repeatedly.
Weak at the knees! Weaker till I heave it off of me.
Got my daily cold shower and a pot of coffee/tea,
Rolling up my sleeves to ready for the doled lobotomy.
Daily media comfy, like a colonoscopy.
Rotoscope my voice till you can't tell I'm a guy.
Want to keep it lo-fi so no nosy AI
Is scoping me out, poking holes in my alibis,
Revolutionary by night... cause life is finite!
I jest, I kid, didn't do the things I say I did.
What did I say I did...? Whatever Shady biz.
I live the Aftermath of politician baby kids...
Steering the world and it's made me sick.
Future is muddied! It's hooded! It's stuck in such a rut!
But I'm cold-blooded! And in the summer I live it up!
Shed my shit skin... and get going like a truckload!
Rolling down a mountainside! I don't give no fucks no!
I can't be stopped! Quicksilver avalanche!
Quick get your hands up and flick 'em at the batting man!
Batting average is so low these days though no mind,
Mind control me? Oh I know that you're trying.
But you can't do much with mine, too much is mined,
Step into this human sandbox you'll just move like a mime
I'm just a demo demon me, but I'm working like a devil,
I'm the NG MVP, VOIP VIP!
With and on the WIP! I double my IP!
Twice the presence, just the one session inside me.
The one and only old me, aging uncontrollably,
Flows falter slowly, ending in a cold beat.
When the heartbeat don't beat, when you just wane,
When you lie down on the floor and hope they recall your name
And you look at what you did, and you question what it meant,
You wonder what it means cause really it don't make sense!
And the world just keeps on spinning! From end to beginning!
Go out with a bang! Then get a big bang beginning.
It's foolish to think I fuel a BEAT in this cycle,
But I shall school me too in true Taekwondo...
And get on my feet, I'm a get back on my feet!
I'm a kick it like a G, I'm a amp it like a champ!
I'm a get to my emceeing with an anger that you can't,
Put out even if you pissed on me... I'd just be pissed off.
You think this kid is soft?!
I will piss back. I shit not.
When the beat's just bangin' man I go cray!
Wish I could go on one of these every day!
F-o-D we really gotta make a mixtape mate?
Wouldn't that be great? I think it would yay!
Something about the speed or the percussion.
There's just something there there's just something!
That pushes me up to a whole other level!
Of hype and FUN. I don't really know if I'm better
But I like this one! And all the other little bites we've done.
Father-of-Death you are hype man one (#1). Yeah...