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Shit, behold it is me, it is the epitome of extraterrestrial Experiment and enter the internals of the me The art of gone, and heart of stone, and worst enemy
Intellect shapeshifta, God's gift a slippa in on clones and blow 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 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 seem to sleep long to dream It's life on a laser But I fiend for the at my finger tips One of the minor technicalities of my trips
You Work
The Barea terror, been told since stories of old Come on let's go and then I'll show how to down a rhyme And a tempo Hold on tight, but still let go
This is I'm talking about Should I begin to spit it just the wind Show my take flight and quickly ascend Like a beating my wings to the pulse of nature spiritual 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 That's all I'm asking How come the new brings fright Something wicked approaches
It's automatic, battle star galactic It's the upgraded, complicated, It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass It's the psychotic, melodic, nod-narcotic (repeat)
What good is a call on the if you can't speak And you find it hard to Paralyzed by my essence, presence I put forth Inherently legends record all souls of as evil does, better than good was A spirit of music that once was, born out of the 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 this That's why when it comes to protecting I'm a brother you can call over And I and thrust out my staff and wet Till the rains get jealous
You Gotta
It's not coincidental I use my soul for a stencil to outline the connects 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 once learned you must learn you yearn to discern The glitch of artificial intelligence But the of your ignorance is the reality I now see before me: "maybe in time see"
Stop, Work
The degree you'll see will 'cause when the codes download The truth will unfold uphold the end 'Cause our destiny will be to win, you're still free to sin
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)
I am the melody, the metaphoric The pre-meaning before it, preparing for war Their god's only a graphic, the computer blue There is a moral malfunction, 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 your ass Because they 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 a virus they gonna delete nigga Some people say go on and join what you can't beat I won't take the so I can't eat nigga if I'm talking to ya, (AH!) I'll straight through ya I want the motherfucker that did this to ya
It's automatic, static battle galactic It's the upgraded, complicated, It's the transplanted, panic, bass mechanic It's the psychotic, mean melodic, (repeat)
Our comrade Cee-Lo is by many as a modern day Neo And forces known as agents will like him dead for what he know He is The One, at least who Morpheus say he is He can free the mind of a and give God to an atheist 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 once I'm gone And I hope you got this I'll be waiting by the
It's automatic, battle star galactic It's the upgraded, complicated, It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass It's the psychotic, melodic, nod-narcotic (repeat)