Offline (prod. By Pre)

Let me get into your pretty little head
 Pretty lights
 Digital cameras action
 Computer-generated
 Assimilated, new clothes
 I get it, times are changing
 Hard to let go of the past, I must be aging
 And I'm Asian, Afrocentric and amazing
 Self-fulfilling prophecies
 They call it Hip Hop's Disease
 No cure for these cancers
 Just me and these wires, ain't no room for you dancers
 Stay in school, get a job, pray to God, whatever works
 Complain, put it on a tee shirt
 Yeah I get it, times are changing
 You like all kinds of music
 You like dressing up, dressing down
 You adult now, you from generation Fuck The World
 Remember Y2K?
 A little bit of you hoped the world would end
 Then it came and went, and moved on
 And nothing happened?
 These digital displays... you can't turn em back
 15 minutes, you been there, done that
 Your hopes and dreams, they fell through the cracks
 Then you close your eyes, computer screen black
 That's you, pixels, Keanu Reeves in the Matrix
 Riding the subway
 Sweatshirts with spaceships
 Yeah I get it, times are changing
 Flatscreens, tight jeans, sipping cocktails atWalgreens
 Flashing lights, digital cameras, action
 Computer-generated
 You collect shit
 You turning Japanese, yeah I get it
 We all X-Men, mutants, freak Frankensteins texting
 You bought that garbage on sale
 Thought they would bail you out
 Times is strange, people talking strange
 Rearrange, no edits
 Thought you figured it out, but you didn't
 So you dead it
 So nowadays you watch food on the television
 And far away, people still dying of starvation
 But you can't help them
 You're too busy sharing your dreams with Mr. Reeves
 In the limousine, wine tasting
 Yeah I get it, things have changed
 Talk to you later
 Abbreviated... hater
 See you in hell, or should I say see you tomorrow
 Oh the horror, welcome back to the Terrordome
 Never alone, I'm wireless
 E.T. phone home, unidentified star rambling
 Same bitches at the bar, got nothing to lose
 I'm all in, offline gambling