Hai Hai, little men
Guten tag to my fellow

Losers, lucid dreamers and spineless chickens I'm hittin that.

Ni-hao young kung pao
harder than ninja gaiden

My bars took the quarters out'cha pocket again

Well this mixtape supposed to be free

Enlisted the stylings of CB and he ain't come cheap

Homie my mind's like three DVDs playing on repeat

None of these VHS niggas wanna tangle with me

Bringing the racket with the bat like I'm playing with a-rod

Rackin the damage
Of planet disasters gimme that quasar

Does this spaceship come with a built in radar

Who knows my friend?
It may be the case and it may not

Lookit, My head forever in space
That's where my wheels is

Spinal cord dangling below
That's a thread straight to the heavens

However you still couldn't tangibly feel Kydd

Heels in the grave cuz that's where all of my meals is

My country perpetually waking up from a bad dream

Pastors and blasphemous heretics forming the mad schemes

Even-headed people at odds over all of these things

bet, to an alien race
Mankind is a dank meme

Gettin blasted over gucci belts and plain shirts

Niggas my age are like two condoms.
They don't work.

All that wasted potential does nothing but make my head hurt

High off of noise pollution
Searching for my self worth

That's why I dress my uneventful existence inside the folds of an exciting verse

I just wanna sit down and sip my earl grey (x3)

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People get mad at Saturn
Cuz he ain't got all the answers

Supposedly his raps
Ain't come with instruction pamphlets

Why is he passing opinions on us?

He ain't never had no struggle so he probably sucks

In all my years of solitary confinement

Social exile ridicule, heartbreak and holy trials

I only managed to bandage it all by takin up rhyming

So if you wanted a soap opera I'm sure that's enough

You wanted to bet on skills and I'm calling your bluff

I can succeed with no luck cuz luck always tryna be tough

I just wanna sit down and sip my earl grey (x3)

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