(intro, spoken word, English accent) "Heard 'em... heard 'em sayin' it. 'Cool beans.' Like it's some kinda... jellybean. A snack. They don't know the first thing about the botanical-nomics. The real... horticulture. Heh. Fools. They're just munchin' on the lingo..." (Verse 1) ALL CAPS when you spell the man's name Heard the chumps say the phrase, part of the lame game "Cool beans," a reply so pedestrian, so... human The Villain's got the real ones, watch the brain-fog loomin' Or clearin', depending on the specimen, check the label This ain't no Jack's magic from a children's fable Or maybe it is, a stalk to a giant state of mind Leave the small-brained rhymesayers far behind They got the canned-goods chatter, the processed beef BEAN's got the heirloom, the mind-thief Or the mind-giver, potent little pill A brown-jacket blueprint for the truly ill Plant it in the psyche, add water, watch it sprout A new train of thought, a different route They talkin' 'bout "intoxicated," a word for the scared The mask prefer "illuminated," unprepared. (Hook) They say, "Cool beans," like it's all good Munchin' on the info, misunderstood BEAN got the real beans, not the kind you chew The kind that rearrange the whole worldview "Cool beans," the peons all reply While the metal-faced villain harvest on the sly A crop for the head, not the belly, you feel me? Them other cats is just... canned, silly. (Verse 2) The slang is a throwaway, a filler for the void BEAN's "cool bean" is a mission, deployed A tiny, secret weapon in a tinfoil fold Worth more than its weight in blood-money gold This ain't your corner-store candy, this is brain-food Guaranteed to change the whole mood and attitude From a state of a puppet... to a state of a king Just depends on the soil that the seed gonna cling To. They intoxicated on the prime-time station The 24-hour fear-cycle, mass manipulation That's the real poison, the toxin in the tap While they pointin' fingers at the Villain's botanical-trap He's just a simple farmer, a simple "green thumb" Makin' minds stretch 'til the old thoughts go numb It's ill horticulture, a cosmic joke This "cool bean" is the only thing that's "woke." (Hook) They say, "Cool beans," like it's all good Munchin' on the info, misunderstood BEAN got the real beans, not the kind you chew The kind that rearrange the whole worldview "Cool beans," the peons all reply While the metal-faced villain harvest on the sly A crop for the head, not the belly, you feel me? Them other cats is just... canned, silly. (Outro - Spoken) (The beat cuts abruptly. We hear the sound of digging in soil.) "Yeah. They... they eat theirs with salt. Or... ketchup. The Villain prefers... thoughts. Feed your head. Or stay a consumer. Your choice, kid. Now, where'd I put that... watering can?" (Faint, distorted laughter fades out.)
