"It is the year Man has relieved an overcrowded By the of planetary colonies In star systems of the milky way galaxy The most successful of these Is on Maris, a planet so Earthlike, that call it Earth 2" (CHORUS)(2x) Cyberpunks, MegaDel, ultra violences I adjust Future phenomenon, you need to try it MegaDel Cyberpunk such as cyberbots the rhymes I concocked, private stock While you jock I set a security For MC intelligents who murder me It's the third degree The way I my sanity I work on as a form of vanity To protect my circuitry I stay under the I send the ships to finish my fantasy To become a bionic commando, scandals panels reflect, energy enters me MC's energy in the century temper release, fusable alloys like musical cowboys Super bomb raps, capable of contact rhyme pacts, create galactic soundtracks Profound to word classify invoke for several decades By the C.I.A. or now death codes on the internet The center's flesh, I smoke a pinner of bless and remember next Transmission control, you better to your soul When your carbon base connects with technology Brand new species, of ecology Totally electronic monitor and follow me (CHORUS) Escape the cold flu, still with kung fu Back then they you, but now they fun chew I touch the escape key, a light envelopes me Covers me with energy and me in the screen I met Tron, he said don't let out about the cyber Because you the human to discover us Neon lasers colorful photons I felt like my hands turned to silver Probably killed ya, I just lost my sanity My was enhanced with super intelligence the elements, we stowed with a charged beam Victory was our theme, more silicon than sardines into a plane like star screens Cyberpunk, rockin' the mic with targeting 5th element, the of six elephants It was miraculous the way they me in Quick with the lecture Testin' my phaser, I some glaciers, wow this great stuff Powered voltage, a technofile armed with explosives Missiles, a To freeze MC's and then them with super bases Around relentless pound against the an asteroid, a metal bohemive More than you can dream of, a morval of sides of the brain Transmuted to my physical form to ride the My eyes had a neon green glow, I foes Instruments self destruction, for huntin' (CHORUS) Controllin' cyberspace a girl's private place With a belt, I has to be felt Futuristic crucifixing diction With computer victims, terminated through the To virus', sophisticated and Enthrawling, I even serve drinks at the bar Bonzai, mechanical hard times For fry who tried to hog the mic You saw the light, took all the Stop the spying That I percieve my optics turn lime green In this industrial environment, certain requirements The mental training that helps you see the I'm pilotin' a mecca in my private sector My invisible of course yields The inner sanctum, better do the Master programmers create aircrafts that look like plates The Zen me, mob me I did on their planet for 5 G's the last frontier Another make you on beer, we hellucinagetics with speed (CHORUS)