[intro]
yo
(one more , what)
it's dj stolid
dropping bombs of the knowledge (oh that's fuckin' crisp mane)
probably comin' for your keys and your wallet, bitch
and don't try to stop it---------

[verse 1]
explore four corners of the universe, realise earth the only place that truly hurts
cleanse my energy like i'm burnin juniper
deadly trends like fentanyl is a human curse 
2020 brought her a pain that was new to her
like how she 'sposed to live in computers it's just absurd
someone tell the doctors we'll return to the dirt
if we submit ourselves to be a digitized person, ya heard?

[verse 2]


(what)
oh,  fuck, that's grimey bro, what the fuck's up dude
(bap bap bap)
(what)
no fucking way dude
(okay)
(yeah)
dj stolid for president
(yeahh)

four corners

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