This is a song about "Computer"

Face robbing bankers, and face computer hackers

My niggas never block, i think i'm barry sanders

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

I'm the computer, the king of devices.

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

Moron spitting bars behind his computer screen

I got the whole damn world on this shoe shit, true shit

Supersonic future with computer shit spits quick, bionic

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes

Inspired by those around me, required to rhyme to become a leader and to leave this computer,

Slit sparks with a razor, hooked up to a taser, so as im slicing her i can tase her

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

My mind is moving quick like a computer chip