Luyện nghe bài hát MicroHard

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

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 it ain't to these, infected disease
Thought of automatons deceived, by the deceptions
Who mechanically breed at methodical
Distorting your genes, your dreams
As coarse as it

Aiyyo,

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

You Work

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

This is what I'm about
Should I begin to spit it just like the
Show my power take flight and ascend
Like a bird beating my wings to the of nature
Scaring spiritual devils while evoking the
Is it wrong for me to in the name of right
Is it wrong for me to life into this mic
That's all I'm asking
How come the new millennium brings
Something approaches tonight

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)

What good is a call on the phone if you can't
And you find it hard to
Paralyzed by my essence, presence I put forth
Inherently legends all souls of expressions
as evil does, better than good was
A spirit of music that was, born out of the pool of your love
I'm an agent with a flow that's so contagious
And all and all true patience, my brotha Lo me makes for perfection
while you bound by this matrix
That's why it comes to protecting mine
I'm a brother you can over zealous
And I lust and thrust out my and wet
Till the 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 will now be
spoken, rules are meant to be broken, therefore it's my pleasure to
But learned you must learn you must yearn to discern
The mechanical of artificial intelligence
But the of your ignorance is the reality I now see before me:
"maybe in we'll see"

Stop, Work

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

It's automatic, static star galactic

It's the upgraded, complicated,

It's the transplanted, panic, bass mechanic

It's the psychotic, melodic, nod-narcotic

(repeat)

I am the melody, the prehistoric
The pre-meaning it, preparing for war shit
Their god's only a graphic, the computer blue
There is a moral malfunction, will the machine do to you
They monopolize the mass
Niggas sleep rap and fuck they surprise you
when you sell them your soul they supply you
But you can die for all they care, your expendable ass
they know a new nigga, a brand new nigga
Will jump right in them tap shoes if his feet bigger
Ain't shit sweet nigga, it's deeper the street nigga
You and I just a virus gonna delete nigga
Some people say go on and what you can't beat nigga
I won't take the mark so I eat nigga
Holla if I'm to ya, (AH!)
walk straight through ya
'Cause I the motherfucker that did this to ya

It's automatic, static battle galactic

It's the upgraded, complicated,

It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, mechanic

It's the psychotic, mean melodic,

(repeat)

Our comrade Cee-Lo is by many as a modern day Neo
And opposing forces known as agents like him dead for what he know
He is The One, at that's who Morpheus say he is
He can the mind of a machine and give God to an atheist
But he's a daydreamer, it's all in his
Still today's music has the Matrix
and the rhythm is in the red pill
So I chose it knowing I can never return once I'm
And I you got this message
I'll be by the phone

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)