Junk Science & Scott Thorough Box Art lyrics

You are now, not then, not soon, nor ever before
You are now out of tune, digital tulips in bloom
And we got the green light for takeoff, all systems go
Please take the brakes off, we don't need em anymore

They say God made man, man remade God
And then the remade God remade man
Who made computers
Well, that's the basic steps, I skipped a couple though
First he cave-paints a pixelated buffalo
On the wall – the image of his desire
Looking to the future, like ‘Did he envision wires?'
Or wonder ‘Why is it so difficult
To live inside the moment?'
When that moment is defined
By the binary coding inside

Every single cell, single kilobyte, megabyte
Gigabyte, terabyte and so on
He chose flight cause he didn't have to fight
Cause really, what's the option? A pterodactyl bite?
Baje was a Megalodon shark
Skipped on the swan ark
Swam along the side until the ship docks
And when the plank drops, that's when he rips shop
I roll with Yung Snaf, and also Big Scott
And their drums bang, and I rhyme ish
So call it Nuk Fam, or call it timeless
Or call it nothing nil, or call it suckin' still
You call it what you will, this ish is uffin' ill