Peace to all my brothers and
sisters who are obsolete
and all the monitors and keyboards left out by the street
because you're out of date like a clay cup
the garbage collection person is coming to pick you up
technology's moving fast, got to keep up with the times
keep my gear highspeed and stream the fresh rhymes
got to get the new gear and upgrade my shit
and keep it upgraded so I can get some tit
don't want to let my problems get me down
trying not to let myself hit the ground
Don't want my system to crash, or my server to be down
got to take precautions or I won't be around
don't want my speakers to be blown
the future is unknown
I don't want to feel like I'm just a poor soul with no place of my own
Competition's fierce between Mac and me
I wish we could both live peacefully
I don't want to get left by the curb
just want to kick sick rhymes with a subject and verb
it's inevitable that one day we all fall
but I'm going to do everything to show you all
that the things I do will last all of eternity
my body will no longer be a concern to me
don't want to let my problems get me down
trying not to let myself hit the ground
Don't want my system to crash, or my server to be down
got to take precautions or I won't be around
don't want my speakers to be blown
the future is unknown
I don't
want to feel like I'm just a poor soul with no place of my own