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 heart of stone, and worst enemy

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

It is what it to these, infected disease
of automatons deceived, by the deceptions indeed
Who breed at methodical speeds
your genes, aborting your dreams
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 future at my finger
One of the minor technicalities of my head

You Work

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

This is what I'm about
Should I begin to spit it like the wind
Show my take flight and quickly ascend
Like a bird beating my wings to the of nature
Scaring spiritual devils while evoking the
Is it for me to curse in the name of right
Is it wrong for me to spit life into mic
That's all I'm asking
How the new millennium brings fright
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 speak
And you find it hard to
Paralyzed by my essence, mere I put forth
legends record all souls of expressions
Evil as evil does, than good was
A spirit of music that once was, born out of the pool of your
Baby I'm an agent with a flow so contagious
And all and all patience, my brotha Lo told 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 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 connects and a mind
Until the end of time the one my kind, the message now be profoundly
spoken, are meant to be broken, therefore it's my pleasure to mentor
But once learned you must learn you must 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 see will 'cause casualty when the codes download
The truth will unfold uphold the end
'Cause our destiny will be to win, you're still to sin within

automatic, static battle star galactic

It's the upgraded, complicated,

It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, mechanic

It's the psychotic, melodic, nod-narcotic

(repeat)

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

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)

Our comrade Cee-Lo is considered by as a modern day Neo
And opposing forces known as will 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, all in his head
Still today's music has the Matrix
and the rhythm is in the red pill
So I chose it knowing I can never once I'm gone
And I you got this message
I'll be 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, mean melodic,

(repeat)