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

It is what it to these, infected disease
of automatons deceived, by the deceptions indeed
Who mechanically breed at speeds
Distorting your genes, aborting dreams
As coarse as it

Aiyyo,

I could scream, I can't seem to sleep long to dream
It's on a laser beam
But I fiend for the future at my finger
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 beat a rhyme
And wrestle a
on tight, but still let yourself go

This is what I'm talking
Should I begin to it just like the wind
my power take flight and quickly ascend
Like a bird beating my wings to the pulse of
Scaring spiritual devils evoking the maker
Is it wrong for me to curse in the name of
Is it wrong for me to spit life into mic
That's all I'm baby
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, mechanic

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 legends record all of expressions
Evil as evil does, better good was
A spirit of music once was, born out of the pool of your love
Baby I'm an agent a flow that's so contagious
And all and all true patience, my brotha Lo told me makes for
while you feeling bound by matrix
That's why it comes to protecting mine
I'm a brother you can call over
And I lust and out my staff and wet
Till the rains get jealous

You Gotta

It's not coincidental I use my for a stencil to outline the rhyme
connects 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 my pleasure to mentor
But learned you must learn you must yearn to discern
The glitch of artificial intelligence
But the consequence of ignorance 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 uphold until the end
'Cause our destiny be to win, you're still free to sin within

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)

I am the melody, the metaphoric
The pre-meaning before it, for war shit
god's only a graphic, the sky's computer blue
There is a 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 they supply you cash
But you can die for all they care, with expendable ass
Because they a new nigga, a brand 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 gonna delete nigga
Some people say go on and join what you can't beat
I take the mark so I can't eat nigga
Holla if I'm to ya, (AH!)
walk straight through ya
'Cause I want the motherfucker did this to ya

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)

Our comrade is considered by many as a modern day Neo
And opposing forces known as agents will like him dead for he know
He is The One, at that's 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 rhythm is in the red pill
So I chose it knowing I can never return I'm gone
And I you got this message
I'll be by the phone

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)