Astro, sun got me fried like bento,
Houston sweat drip, ice on the dento,
Racks in the phantom, ghost on the tempo,
Switch the mode—sick—then I vento.
Blimp full of smoke, float over the ‘jects,
Crows in the sky keep circlin’ checks,
I’m the glitch in the byte, anomaly flex,
Hopped out the dark, still grindin’ no rest.