Yeah, I been there plenty
Don't you dare tempt me
Apparently the air bending is widespread
The shit's been out
Who gonna win out when a hundred million kids can spit now?

Your top three change every five weeks
Names trade position, after barely one listen
Over and underrated but never on
June LaLonde blend magic and machine like Eberron

This go out to whoever gone
The other day I caught a chill spinning "Tetragon"
A lot of people leave even less behind them
In it's way music is death defying, testifying
from the beyond

That's why I'm picky 'bout what I be on
I'm doing this for eons later
neon skater apocalypse soundtrack

I promise that I'm not gonna sound whack, when you're bombing the town flat
with the zigzagging, diagonal patterns and all that
in the future I don't even know if this'll be called rap and it don't matter
in the slightest. Midas touch rappers are just plastic, wrapped in gold fabric

cold classics get weirder with age
what you hear is the same
only the ears change
fearing Charade fading? Maybe, today we stay killing 'em
haunted by the ghost in the speaker like Dave Sylvian.

Past present and future perfect. (refrain)

Past, present, and future perfect
computer working on newer versions of music lurking in Smithsonian archives
I know these are hard times
trying to start a cipher when the police are outside

only with art can the heart, mind, and body depart
from a society that's falling apart
well, not really, silly, but feel me rocking the session
and drop into a pocket dimension

we're not gonna mention the clock it stops when I enter the booth
it is upon this I center the truth
the aesthetic approach. Stay ahead of the coach
Charade'll never let go of the mic but might let you say whatever you wrote.

Past, present and future perfect. (refrain)