Luyện nghe bài hát MicroHard

locka...

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

shapeshifta, God's gift a Soul slippa
Hone in on clones and blow them out of my
International Fanatical, the radical tactical
Sounds are to it

It is what it ain't to these, disease
of automatons deceived, by the deceptions indeed
Who mechanically breed at speeds
Distorting your genes, aborting your
As coarse as it

Aiyyo,

I could scream, I can't to sleep long enough to dream
It's life on a laser
But I fiend for the at my finger tips
One of the minor of my head trips

You Work

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

This is what I'm about
I begin to spit it just like the wind
Show my power take flight and quickly
Like a bird beating my wings to the pulse of
Scaring spiritual while evoking the maker
Is it wrong for me to curse in the name of
Is it wrong for me to spit into this mic
That's all I'm baby
How come the new millennium fright
wicked approaches tonight

It's automatic, static battle galactic

It's the upgraded, complicated,

It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, mechanic

It's the psychotic, melodic, nod-narcotic

(repeat)

What good is a call on the phone if you speak
And you it hard to breathe
by my essence, mere presence I put forth
Inherently legends record all souls of
as evil does, better than good was
A spirit of music once was, born out of the pool of your love
Baby I'm an agent with a flow that's so
And all and all true patience, my brotha Lo told me for perfection
you feeling bound by this matrix
That's why when it to protecting mine
I'm a brother you can over zealous
And I lust and out my staff and wet
the motherfuckin' rains get jealous

You Gotta

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

Stop, Work

The degree you'll see will 'cause casualty when the codes
The truth unfold uphold until the end
'Cause our destiny will be to win, you're still 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 before it, preparing for war shit
god's only a graphic, the sky's computer blue
There is a moral malfunction, what the machine do to you
maliciously monopolize the mass
Niggas sleep rap and fuck they you last
when you them your soul they supply you cash
But you can die for all they care, with expendable ass
Because they know a new nigga, a new nigga
Will jump in them tap shoes even if his feet bigger
Ain't shit sweet nigga, it's than the street nigga
You and I just a virus they gonna nigga
Some people say go on and join what you can't beat
I won't the mark so I can't eat nigga
Holla if I'm to ya, (AH!)
I'll straight through ya
I want the motherfucker that did this to ya

It's automatic, battle star galactic

It's the upgraded, complicated,

It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass

It's the psychotic, mean melodic,

(repeat)

Our comrade is considered by many as a modern day Neo
And forces known as agents will like him dead for what he know
He is The One, at least who Morpheus say he is
He can free the mind of a machine and give God to an
But he's a daydreamer, it's all in his
Still music has become the Matrix
and the real is in the red pill
So I it knowing I can never return once I'm gone
And I hope you got this
I'll be by the phone

automatic, static battle star galactic

It's the upgraded, complicated,

It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, mechanic

It's the psychotic, mean melodic,

(repeat)