Multi-Game Arcade Cabinet

[Verse 1: R.A.P. Ferreira]

Dune city, no one I knew took pity

The moon wit' me, every utterance a nature sound

Yogibogeybox iridescent, pileus clouds

I study the old scrolls with sincerity

The prosperity of the sole proprietor climbed higher

Gin soaked raisins by the fire, while I strum these blues

Duckin' bad news in several precincts

This machine in my hands allows me to talk with dead niggas

Mitochondrial Eve, the Mocha Lisa, bogus rebreather

Eyes full of fate, relapsed meat eater

With a hand full of bullet grapes, bodeen

Moving quiet as ghost feet

A sip is earned, the plot dreading this next turn

[Verse 2: Still Rift]

Yo, I'm the type you either grow to love or learn to hate

Ain't no in-betweens, I'm either heavy, or a featherweight

To set it straight, my broken arrows [laurels?]

Folk dancin', last chances

Carved from the ashes of wasted olive branches, technology advances

In the hands of the average, savagery will make a Stallion a glue factory defect

My name is only Z, so nothing after me, respect

The sleep you're getting won't be smooth or easy

Disease, plague, and pestilence complete me

Delete me, the vacuum of my absence is the presence of catastrophe

Everybody on the mountaintop thought they were man enough

Every hero has a plan until the blueprint self destructs

Everything the light touches is up for discussion

Heavy conversation, ultimatum, bluffing, then nothing

[Verse 3: Video Dave]

One, two, ay, ay, ay, ay

I got different trains of thought I invented

I presented back the rental, "What? That panel been dented."

Shady cop stopped my Legend, said my window's too tinted

I sent a text, cause and effect, regret I sent it

I gets blinted, it helps me stay vented

One time I acted like O-Dog, I was a menace

I take a slow jog, or walk

"What is the difference?" says the walker

Coincidence, says the stalker

"I am not Spider-Man," says Peter Parker

The devil is a lie, my levels always high

I never say goodbye, I fly like a bird who never learned how to fly

I just tried and didn't die

[Verse 4: Open Mike Eagle]

Just learn to, learn to fly

One, two, yeah

I went through the back door with Oswald

My codename was The Afro Scofflaw

My grandma was half asshole and half Choctaw

We connected like Black Bolt and Lockjaw

Yeah, I'm Chief Kanisky, I know all your secret history

You got a playlist called Read the Mint Leaves

I listened and it was all me and Mitski

Put dough up, I watch when my coins fail

I think I'm Orson Welles avoiding voicemail

This is phase three, niggas wear paisley

Big shout out to Count Bass D

I'm sleepy, sometimes I'm sneaky

I internet strong, feelings are hurt weekly

I fly the Apache or I'ma guy at the factory

My thing with the times, too divided, exactly