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 worst enemy

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

It is it ain't to these, infected disease
Thought of deceived, by the deceptions indeed
Who breed at methodical speeds
Distorting genes, aborting your dreams
As coarse as it

Aiyyo,

I could scream, I seem to sleep long enough to dream
It's on a laser beam
But I fiend for the future at my 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 show how to beat down a rhyme
And a tempo
Hold on tight, but let yourself go

This is I'm talking about
I begin to spit it just like the wind
Show my power flight and quickly 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 of right
Is it wrong for me to spit life into mic
all I'm asking baby
How come the new millennium fright
Something approaches tonight

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 is a call on the phone if you can't speak
And you find it to breathe
Paralyzed by my essence, presence I put forth
Inherently record all souls of expressions
Evil as 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 me makes for perfection
while you feeling bound by this
That's why when it comes to mine
I'm a brother you can over zealous
And I and thrust out my staff and wet
Till the motherfuckin' rains get

You Work

It's not coincidental I use my soul for a stencil to outline the
that machine and a mind
the end of time the one my kind, the message will now be profoundly
spoken, rules are to be broken, therefore it's my pleasure to mentor
But once you must learn you must yearn to discern
The mechanical glitch of artificial
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 will 'cause casualty the codes download
The truth will unfold uphold the end
'Cause our destiny will be to win, you're still 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, mean melodic,

(repeat)

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

(repeat)

Our comrade is considered 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 least that's who say he is
He can free the mind of a machine and give God to an
But he's a daydreamer, all in his head
Still today's has become the Matrix
and the real rhythm is in the red
So I chose it knowing I can never return once I'm
And I hope you got message
I'll be waiting by the

automatic, static battle star galactic

It's the upgraded, complicated,

It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass

It's the psychotic, mean melodic,

(repeat)