OK Computer

[Intro: Kool A.D.]
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit
What the fuck, yo, I’m on the computer
Oh shit, what the fuck, holy shit
Oh my god, oh my god, oh shit
This is the motherfucking future
Oh shit, what the fuck, oh shit, shit, fuck…
Computer
Oh shit, what the fuck, oh my god, what the fuck, holy shit
This is the motherfucking future

[Verse 1: Kool A.D.]
Young Ralph Bakshi
Off that bok choy stick
Catch me with chop stick
Your boy sick
Game Boy, game bird on the joystick
Somebody holler back
Church it's too perfect (oh my god)
And we do it every day
Rest in peace Matt J
Already do it for the bay
I’m actually from the bay
[?]
[?]
Wait, nah, ‘74 Bonneville
[?] chill
See me mob, mob my old school
Keep my own sneaks
Sway my own Tec
And vice-versa
I got a nice gat
Wait, wait, no, you got one?
Mine’s worser
I got a mind gat like Dead Prez had
In “Mind Sex”
Never mind that (no)
You don’t hear me though, not English
Pidgin talk
See me do my little pigeon walk on the stage and shit
And then I step off the stage and get paid and shit
Laser tag, shoot your vest
You’re it
Who me? Just the future prez
They’re like “Sure, Vic”
I’m like “Naw, I’m serious”
Nah, blood
I’m joking
Can’t you tell when a sensual mulatto is joking?
The fuck are you assholes smoking?
Weed

[Hook: Kool A.D.]
Holy shit, what the fuck
Yo, I’m on the computer
Oh shit, oh shit, what the fuck, what the fuck
Oh my god, it’s the motherfucking future

[Verse 2: VerBS]
Verbs, champ loser
Cold vamp user
So amp usually follies
Create ‘em, debate ‘em, it’s progress
Ah yes, monstrous [?] padawan [?]
XXL scripts
[?] that cesspool
[?] decibels
Festivals, spectacles
Yarbles, Testicles
Marble floors
Offshore
Off tour
I’m in vestibules
I’m investible
Let’s make money, go vegan, and eat vegetables
Majestic, mad hectic, inside perspective
I’m perfect and you ain’t ever heard fresher
Eclectic, respected
[I write?], I got absurd [textures?]
These verbs, these [?]
Out all the time
Out on the town
So devout with the rhyme (fuck yeah)
Yeah, maybe
Yeah, crazy
So what’s really rockstar
My energy, I got hot bars
Far more [?] than all y’all
I’m [?] like [?] with bars, dog
You a scary cat just like Snarf Snarf
Yo, I’m not what your spot’s used to
Chilling with bomb bitches, sipping kombucha
Chilling on tumblr (re-blogging)
Bumping our future
That’s how we do it
I’m [the dawn?] rooster
Nigga...
I don’t know...

[Hook: Kool A.D.]

[Verse 3: Maffew Ragazino]
Cupid zapped me
I got a computer love
She even DM me a couple nudies ‘cause
After the show she told me that she was trying to fuck and
Brought a BFF with her, I got the 2 for 1
Old school thugging and still
The new gangster is on the dean’s list at Yale
Inhale, exhale, pass the weed now
My number’s on your new ho’s speed dial
Taj Mahal tops on the [cracked valves?]
My uncle [?] and need a retrial
Rhyme pays, fuck a freestyle
Pro Keds with the hi-top argyles
Oh shit
I get the computers ‘putin
Shout out to my nigga [?]
Shorty working Hooters knew I could scoop her
No loverboy, lovers’ lane, toot her and boot her