RO TALK

Intro: R.A.P. Ferreira

Pure will in every moment, baby.

That's all I can recommend.

It's funny, it be the instinct to protect make you strike first.

In a surveillance state, everyone is a performer, those that push to be influencers,

Less rigid artist types that garner followings.

You know what I'm talking about?

Creatives.

Those people, they don't do nothin'.

And that's cool, but when surveillance is weaponized,

It can project limits on human interaction, or at least, that's how I see it.

So, I advise pure will in every moment, beloved.

(What that mean?)

Pure will in every moment.

There are no good ideas.

(Oh, word?)

Pure will in every moment, beloved. (But, what that mean?)

Verse 1: R.A.P. Ferreira

That n**** rhyme book look like a Mondrian

Bless up to Piff James and Hommy Hom

And the people lurkin' in Soulfolks for the ambiance

While I spin this caldera, Rock a coif like Greg Porter

I get the extra order, I go the extra inning

You know I get extra wit' it

All types of multi-syllabics in need of extra whippin'

Ruby yacht fabric, you know I'm extra fitted

Ambiguity defeat the pattern recognition

Asking "who are you?" to me as in a absolutist question

If I had to answer that I'd rather skip the whole confession

Sound right reasoning orange the song seasoning

Tight mouthfeel, hype soul sold for mass appeal

And the need hold itself like Rollo

Big fingers pluck pizzicato

And this be about victory and this be about triumph

(Potlikker Enterprises,

Bookoo Bread Company,

Solid Gumbo Works.

In conjunction with your local exo-duster.

A dojo of cultural shinobi)

Verse 2: R.A.P. Ferreira

In Tim Hortons, dressed like a transformer

Talking 'bout Jacob Lawrence portraits

Whole lifetime go by as an active tourist

Disaster insurance is a sound investment

Pounds daps and blessings

Ain't as clean as he used to be

Whole bunch of meanness in my used to be

Alpha cromagnate, hopes stagnate

Boast through the back aches and of the stomach ulcers, foreclosures

Meditate on nothingness, sequence keystroke to delete question

Does the sun rise? Repeat, replace, and posit

Adopt the logic of Duck Rogers, remain adamant, remain adamant

My ancestors had they hands on it, Venetian peak

Read it in Tahitian Treat like a cool breeze

How Elohim speak until it isn't

The plot, no pot, thickens as the Gestapo stop me on the way home

Pawning writtens as freestyles

Levy finds and update files with utter convenience

Now I turn to the audience and mutter, "all authority is deviance"

Malaclypse the Younger said it best

I keep that hunger in my chest, I keep that Yoda in the vest

But, since I'm poor, I don't rap like that

I desperately need to be understood

I desperately need understanding

Ain't as clean as he used to be

Whole bunch of meanness in my used to be

Sight is useful, but not necessary

Sight is useful, but not necessary

Sight is useful, but not necessary

Verse 3: R.A.P. Ferreira

Nimzo-Indian, gizmo images, a Gitmo citizen

Bitcoin dividends, zip-line fetishes

Science and its lettuces

Lattices at ease, I scoff at my need

Life brings me to my knees

You repeat as you please

I repeat as I please

The list of lovers whom you held hands with

Blumenfeld gambit, the automaton stammered

The gearshift's standard, but reads like a manual

Ride like a sweet chariot at the family annual

Over here it's, fukk a stereotype-a

Bury those type, you know we bury those, right?

You could never catch the left, only lookin' for the right

Sh**, it's simple mathematics

Dark square bishop, the GM hiccups

?couch surfin' like the man from Galilee

Do drop in, do drop in, do drop in

Outro

(What's today's mathematics?)

(What is today's mathematics?

Today's mathematics is gettin' that money.

That's today's mathematics,

to get that money so you can take care of your babies,

You know what I'm sayin?)