degrees

Now the beat heatin up. That's an Al Gore rhythm

Got the lyrics with the logic, they won't even know what hit em

Not even in the system, I wrote the algorithm

There must be somethin in him

Nah...I just follow wisdom

Chasin' insight like it's never out of season

I went through the pain and I reached the age of reason

And now they wanna forge what I  forged with my cerebrum

So I engorge my pen with ink and scribble and delete'em

Not by artificial means

My calculation's clean

I dressed the scene