Take a second to generate a sense of presence
Unmediated immersion in this specific instant
Here we are, together, this experience is fleeting
All that’s left after this is the business meeting

With this rap intervening, this pinnacle of flow
Watch your brain is now attempting to predictively code
My rap is like a rabbit and your senses are wolves
Tryin’ to chase it down, and predict where it goes

My only recourse is to pull some randomness moves
Erratic patterns of evasion so my chances improve
Just be present in the rhythm, let the rappin’ just soothe
And press rewind any time you need to get back in the groove

Predictive codes and heuristics are the basis of flow
Generative models of what the brain doesn’t know
And what the brain doesn’t know is quintessentially vast
That’s where predictions can begin to subtract

From the entropy stream that we call energy freedom
Free energy is the enemy, ask Giuseppe Riva
Reality changes fast, it takes effort to keep up
“But what about subjective experience?! Says Megan Peters

“Is it causative, or is it nothing but a consequence?”
The only reason we know about flow is because of consciousness
I’m conscious of the fact that I’m killin’ it while I’m killin’ it
Part of my brain right now is like “Damn, this is brilliant!”

But having presence means keeping equilibrium
And never letting that feeling intervene in my delivery
Calm, cool, collected, predictions are hitting targets
Ask Marcello Massimini, my cerebellum’s sparkin’

I keep it solid as Sheena Josselyn enters the fray
Like: “We can induce flow with doses of MDMA!
And watch as reduced prediction error emerges
Once the Molly kicks in, that shit is seratonurgic!”

That’s now deep my flow goes, I’m not a battle rapper
I’m a salamander, animals have the presence of zen masters
My ecstasy is beautifully peaking, I’m a baboon like Rafiki
In that natural flow state, like Atsushi Iriki

With no metacognition reflecting my reflection back at me
Down-regulation of my DPFC actively
Which leaves a few misconceptions to clear-up
With no awareness I’m a basket-case of prediction error

Like Sue Jackson said yesterday, when you’re centering
That’s the opposite of chaos, it’s negentropy
Lost in the Fortnite flow, video game sessions
Virtual reality givin’ me hella tele-presence

I’m a slope-chaser, a bobsledding snow racer 
Predictions are frictionless – when I’m flowin’ it’s bodacious
Although, like Rafi Malach says, it’s not bliss
If you’re watching a film and can predict every plot twist

My intention is to evade my intention, makin’ predictions
Like Megan will take the meeting and invade it with scribbles
And transform into a pencil with a white paper to fill up
The pencil hovering like an apparition in Matilda

Dropping jewels, in hot pursuit, bucking the rules
A Natural Born Cyborg, with a hunger for tools
Like a microphone, a camera, and a Zoom meeting
And a kitchen with an air fryer, and protein sous viding

Anything that can enhance my work, it’s innate
To accumulate levers in peri-personal space
Virtual interface, inducing flow states
In total control of this lyrical showcase

What are flow states’ experiential features though?
Antonella’s like “Come on, we’ve known since 40 years ago!”
When you listen to music, do you have control or not?
Of course, you can turn it off, go for a walk

But you can’t turn me off, while makin’ this whole recording
‘Cause the whole gallery is like “God, it’s so rewarding!”
That’s flow state, baby, with the positive valence
Prediction confirmed, you thought it would blaze and blazes

You came with expectations from yesterday, and desires
For the rapper to spit fire, those are “Bayesian Priors”
And they take more than a single day to expire
I’m just a predictive coding matrix satisfier

But I still like tension, baby, I build stress
I like to hype the crowd up, with no chill sets|
So everyone try to predict the rhyme I spill next
Shout out to the host, from Sussex, Mr. Anil…

Seth! Yes, your predictions were computed
Even if I couldn’t hear you, ‘cause your mics were muted
This is semantic navigation baby, mixed with music
And just like everything else, it’s just illusion

It’s just an error-correction record that a techie
Could reliably reproduce in a VR setting
The only question is whether you’re feelin’ present and ready
To do the research on it, just ask Guiseppe

So take a second to generate a sense of presence
Unmediated immersion in this specific instant
Here we are, together, this experience is fleeting
All that’s left after this is the frickin’ business meeting

With this rap intervening, this pinnacle of flow
Which your brain is now attempting to predictively code
My rap is like a rabbit and your senses are wolves
Tryin’ to chase it down, and predict where it goes

My only recourse is to pull some randomness moves
Erratic patterns of evasion so my chances improve
Just be present in the rhythm, let the rappin’ just soothe
And press rewind any time you need to get back in the groove

I said, just be present in the rhythm, let the rappin’ just soothe
And press rewind any time you need to get back in the groove

My only recourse is to pull some randomness moves
Erratic patterns of evasion so my chances improve
Just be present in the rhythm, let the rappin’ just soothe
And press rewind any time you need to get back in the groove