Luyện nghe bài hát MicroHard

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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

Intellect shapeshifta, gift a Soul slippa
Hone in on clones and blow out of my zone
Fanatical, the radical tactical movements
Sounds are to it

It is what it ain't to these, infected
Thought of automatons deceived, by the deceptions
Who mechanically breed at speeds
Distorting genes, aborting your dreams
As as it seems

Aiyyo,

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

You Work

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

This is what I'm about
Should I begin to spit it like the wind
my power take flight and quickly ascend
Like a bird beating my wings to the pulse of
Scaring devils while evoking the maker
Is it wrong for me to curse in the of right
Is it wrong for me to life into this mic
all I'm asking baby
How the new millennium brings fright
wicked approaches tonight

It's automatic, static 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 if you can't speak
And you find it to breathe
Paralyzed by my essence, mere presence I put
Inherently record all souls of expressions
Evil as evil does, better than was
A spirit of music that once was, born out of the pool of 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 feeling bound by this
That's why when it to protecting mine
I'm a you can call over zealous
And I lust and out my staff and wet
the motherfuckin' rains get jealous

You Work

It's not coincidental I use my for a stencil to outline 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 to mentor
But learned you must learn you must yearn to discern
The mechanical glitch of intelligence
But the consequence of ignorance is the reality I now see before me:
"maybe in we'll see"

Don't Stop,

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

It's automatic, static battle star

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, preparing for war
Their only a graphic, the sky's computer blue
is a moral malfunction, what will the machine do to you
They maliciously 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 know a new nigga, a brand new nigga
Will jump right in them tap even if his feet bigger
Ain't shit sweet nigga, it's deeper than the nigga
You and I just a virus they delete nigga
people say go on and join what you can't beat nigga
I won't the mark so I can't eat nigga
Holla if I'm to ya, (AH!)
I'll straight through ya
'Cause I want the that did this to ya

It's automatic, static star galactic

It's the upgraded, complicated,

It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, mechanic

It's the psychotic, mean melodic,

(repeat)

Our Cee-Lo is considered by many as a modern day Neo
And opposing forces known as agents will him dead for what he know
He is The One, at least who Morpheus 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 is in the red pill
So I it knowing I can never return once I'm gone
And I hope you got message
be waiting by the phone

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)