Hard copies
We need 'em like we need hard bodies
That look so good in the hard copies
I like to touch text
Every time I flip the page
Feels like good sex
Send some shivers down my neck
Consider this a last request
Cup check
Emergency intervention
When the digital religion tunnel vision prison
Comes to kill our intuition
I got paperless instructions
For how to be reluctant
How to resist hard to resist
Just press print
This copy of me is very good near mint
Give me the flashlight and tree pages
Like I'm a kid
The batteries croaked
Guess what, so did the grid
Hard copies
We need 'em like we need hard bodies
That look so good in the hard copies
Hard copies
We need 'em like we need hard bodies
That look so good in the hard copies
This shit need to get out of me
Ideas dreams
Plots plans
Goals and achieve
Time at the same time will make me believe
I can be
78 and still rock a stage
Eventually people will hear what I'm trying to say
Or I'm too late
Should have been on the grind since 8
And maybe my prime wouldn't have been wasted away
How you document these things to say
For (eons) generations to view the legacy
Make a note in your phone
And share on the cloud
Tell me what's gonna happen when the power goes out
When the internet dies
Is it gonna rain from the sky
And physically manifest
All the storage inside
How about my rhymes
Pen and paper in a book
If I had a climate controlled vault
A alter to keep the pressure off
Then my work would last for 500yrs plus
But fuck
I don't have none of that son
So my page will eventually
Crack brittle and break
The only way is to take it back to cave
Egyptian pyramid
Scribe the hieroglyph
But In a Ma
Will my language still exist
And people will translate it
To whatever they think it is
Making up their own story to achieve greatness
Ironic isn't it
That why I don't want to live in a physical form
I want my words to manifest across the world
As stories that are told
That Solidifies the foundation
Of kind hearted souls
Mister Multiplexer, lesson number two
You're in my feed I'm sorry, who the fuck are you
So many data sources, don't know what the fuck to do
I didn't write this rhyme
It was generated by web 2
Build your muscles, don't stumble
You photoshopped your fumble
And you called the body double
I've seen that face somewhere
That's not safe for work
You might be late to twerk
Yours truly is the worst
But at least I'm not at church
Don't get your feelings hurt
Bible pages rolled and burnt
Not all of them deserved
Not every book has words
Sometimes you see and learn
She caught me looking 1st
She did a shake and turned
F5 her I'm a nerd
404 returned
Hard copies
We need 'em like we need hard bodies
That look so good in the hard copies
Hard copies
We need 'em like we need hard bodies
That look so good in the hard copies