[Verse 1: Kool A.D.]
Hi dude, do you like iTunes?
Okay, I guess it's time to write some haikus
How much a studio space cost per one month to rent?
How much money per year it cost to live in a tent?
Wrote this rap song with a pen
On and eight and a half by eleven piece of paper for no reason
Y'all haters, get your own lane, I've been doing this
I could do it no brain - automatic
Doed off of half a stack of cabbages
Translated Don Killuminati into several African languages
I'm saying shit, I run tings, tings not run I
Run a blind town with one eye
Dumb shine, hope you're having a fun, fun time
What day is it? Thursday? Heh-heh
I'm so emotional like that, shirt say anything
The Henny sing many things a penny bring
Many things of which Henny sings
But which of these things is anything
Of import? See, heh, me on BET
Rocking swim shorts
Known to tell the same damn story hella times like my dad do
Never really did any crimes that were that huge
Really I just do what come natural
Kool Actual Dude - he too factual
Yo, you too ass-holish

[Verse 2: Kassa Overall]
Y'all triflin, y'all so triflin
I flow with emotion but use it as a potion
Slow motion with devotion, good mics now
Three meals a day, good lifestyle
And the most high said see the light y'all
And I'm hanging on like it's a helicopter
Cause I'm too high and I ain't got no water
And I'm off the [?], I'm Austin Powers
And I'm off the flowers at the cost of hour
I've frozen the wall exposing them all
They know that they wrong and knowing my songs
I hope that they gone and taking they cons
Lobster, bacon, and prawns
I'm dropping out like the Fonz
Fuck the bishops and pawns
I'm on some king shit
And if it seems fit
And when I shine dim
I'ma keep fit
You haters eat shit
And quit the sneak shit
And get your grind on
Before your time's gone
Cause my line's strong
Who get the touchdown
Making deals in Europe and never touched down
So go on, hush y'all
No need to rush now
Be quick with higher knowledge
And life of higher college
I'm the one that they hire and getting higher dollars
Richard Pryor at your neighborhood Blockbuster
Out Of Sight, Invisible Man, Richard Wright
Native son, Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man

[Outro: Kool A.D.]
Triflin
Y'all triflin
Y'all too triflin
You acting too triflin
You're too triflin
Y'all acting too triflin
Y'all acting too triflin
Too triflin
Y'all acting way too triflin
You too triflin
Triflin