Luyện nghe bài hát MicroHard

locka...

Shit, behold it is me, it is the epitome of extraterrestrial
and enter the internals of the inner me
The art of gone, and of stone, and own's worst enemy

Intellect shapeshifta, God's gift a Soul
Hone in on and blow them out of my zone
International Fanatical, the radical movements
are congruent to it

It is what it to these, infected disease
Thought of automatons deceived, by the indeed
Who mechanically breed at speeds
Distorting your genes, aborting your
As as it seems

Aiyyo,

I could scream, I can't seem to sleep long to dream
life on a laser beam
But I fiend for the future at my tips
One of the minor technicalities of my head

You Work

The Barea Soul terror, been told since of old
Come on let's go and then I'll show how to beat a rhyme
And a tempo
Hold on tight, but still let go

This is what I'm about
Should I begin to spit it just the wind
Show my power take flight and ascend
a bird beating my wings to the pulse of nature
Scaring spiritual while evoking the maker
Is it wrong for me to curse in the name of
Is it wrong for me to spit life this mic
That's all I'm asking
How come the new brings fright
Something wicked approaches

It's automatic, static battle star

It's the upgraded, complicated,

It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, mechanic

It's the psychotic, mean melodic,

(repeat)

What good is a on the phone if you can't speak
And you it hard to breathe
Paralyzed by my essence, mere presence I put
Inherently legends all souls of expressions
Evil as evil does, better than was
A of music that once was, born out of the pool of your love
Baby I'm an agent with a flow so contagious
And all and all true patience, my brotha Lo me makes for perfection
while you feeling bound by matrix
That's why when it comes to protecting
I'm a brother you can call zealous
And I lust and thrust out my and wet
the motherfuckin' rains get jealous

You Work

not coincidental I use my soul for a stencil to outline the rhyme
that connects machine and a
Until the end of the one my kind, the message will now be profoundly
spoken, rules are meant to be broken, therefore it's my pleasure to
But once learned you must learn you yearn to discern
The mechanical glitch of intelligence
But the consequence of your is the reality I now see before me:
"maybe in we'll see"

Stop, Work

The degree you'll see 'cause casualty when the codes download
The truth will uphold until the end
'Cause our destiny will be to win, still free to sin within

It's automatic, static battle galactic

It's the upgraded, complicated,

It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass

It's the psychotic, melodic, nod-narcotic

(repeat)

I am the melody, the metaphoric
The pre-meaning before it, for war shit
Their god's a graphic, the sky's computer blue
is a moral malfunction, what will the machine do to you
They monopolize the mass
Niggas sleep rap and fuck they you last
when you sell them soul they supply you cash
But you can die for all they care, with your ass
Because they know a new nigga, a brand new
Will jump right in them tap even if his feet bigger
Ain't shit sweet nigga, it's deeper than the street
You and I just a virus they delete nigga
people say go on and join what you can't beat nigga
I won't take the so I can't eat nigga
Holla if I'm to ya, (AH!)
I'll straight through ya
'Cause I want the motherfucker that did to ya

It's automatic, static battle galactic

It's the upgraded, complicated,

It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass

It's the psychotic, mean melodic,

(repeat)

Our comrade Cee-Lo is considered by many as a day Neo
And opposing forces known as agents will him dead for what he know
He is The One, at least that's who say he is
He can free the of a machine and give God to an atheist
But a daydreamer, it's all in his head
Still today's music has the Matrix
and the real rhythm is in the red
So I chose it knowing I can return once I'm gone
And I hope you got this
be waiting by the phone

It's automatic, static battle galactic

It's the upgraded, complicated,

It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass

It's the psychotic, melodic, nod-narcotic

(repeat)