Today we're going to make music

Happy music and sad music

Funny music and serious music

Music that has many of the feelings we have

So, get your instruments and come along with me

Hope you enjoy

No more bedroom producing, now introducing

Randolph Saevedj, I'm cruising

On all these other rappers I'm abusing, it's amusing

That most these fuckers can't make any music

Most of them don't know how to write nor to sing

Yeah, it's their image they're using

Look, ask them to do a song acoustic

Watch as they get real puzzled like Rubik

But, they got some stupid excuses

Getting flustered and they start refusing

Some say our music just baffles and confuses

But, play it to the right crowd and watch em' lose it

Sorry, I had to do a few quick takes

You can call me Stanley Kubrick

Now, listen to the beats that I'm nuking

Now, hail to the new king

I wanna see tomorrow

Going up like Apollo

I wanna see tomorrow

Yeah, but the chances are low

I wanna see tomorrow

Going up like Apollo

I wanna see tomorrow

Yeah, but the chances are low

Tomorrow I am in a new borough

I see you burrow yourselves in the dirt when this dude furloughs

Woah, what a flow I got

I'm going nuts on these squirrels that are smoking pot

I have written plenty paragraphs

But, I'll never know how many this scary chapter has

And I shall excuse my very clammy hands

Because, I'm freaking out on some escitalopram, damn

New flow, non-pseudo, I'm the king like I told em'

I'm a jack of all trades make 'em say: hold up

Play poker, but my skills are less than mediocre

Ace of clubs, nah got a four-leaf clover

Fricking jokers in the back tryna poke her

Revving their motor cannot keep their composure

I will satisfy your gender-neutral boner

But, I'm stable like a house of cards, watch them fall over

I wanna see tomorrow

Going up like Apollo

I wanna see tomorrow

Yeah, but the chances are low

I wanna see tomorrow

Going up like Apollo

I wanna see tomorrow

Yeah, but the chances are low

We're no strangers to love

You know the rules and so do I

A full commitment's what I'm thinking of

You wouldn't get this from any other guy

I wanna see tomorrow

Going up like Apollo

I wanna see tomorrow

Yeah, but the chances are low

I wanna see tomorrow

Going up like Apollo

I wanna see tomorrow

Yeah, but the chances are low

Yeah, but the chances are low

Yeah, but the chances are low

Welcome to fucking album: Every Ceremony Needs A Master

This doesn't actually make sense if you're just listening to this song, though