Luyện nghe bài hát MicroHard

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Shit, it is me, it is the epitome of extraterrestrial energy
Experiment and the internals of the inner me
The art of gone, and heart of stone, and worst enemy

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

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

Aiyyo,

I could scream, I can't seem to sleep long to dream
It's on a laser beam
But I fiend for the at my finger tips
One of the minor technicalities of my trips

You Better

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 a tempo
on tight, but still let yourself go

This is what I'm talking
Should I to spit it just like the wind
Show my power take flight and quickly
Like a bird beating my 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 spit life into mic
all I'm asking baby
How come the new brings fright
Something wicked tonight

It's automatic, battle star galactic

It's the upgraded, complicated,

It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, mechanic

It's the psychotic, melodic, nod-narcotic

(repeat)

What good is a call on the phone if you speak
And you find it to breathe
by my essence, mere presence I put forth
Inherently legends record all of expressions
Evil as evil does, better good was
A spirit of music that once was, out of the pool of your love
Baby I'm an with a flow that's so contagious
And all and all true patience, my brotha Lo told me for perfection
while you bound by this matrix
That's why when it to protecting mine
I'm a brother you can call zealous
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 the rhyme
connects machine and a mind
Until the end of the one my kind, the message will now be profoundly
spoken, rules are meant to be broken, therefore it's my pleasure to
But once learned you must you must yearn to discern
The glitch of artificial intelligence
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 when the download
The truth unfold uphold until the end
'Cause our destiny will be to win, you're free to sin within

It's automatic, static battle star

It's the upgraded, complicated,

It's the transplanted, panic, bass mechanic

It's the psychotic, melodic, nod-narcotic

(repeat)

I am the melody, the metaphoric
The before it, preparing for war shit
Their god's only a graphic, the computer blue
There is a moral malfunction, will the machine do to you
They maliciously monopolize the
Niggas sleep rap and they surprise you last
when you sell them your soul they supply you
But you can die for all care, with your expendable ass
they know a new nigga, a brand new nigga
Will jump right in them tap shoes if his feet bigger
Ain't shit sweet nigga, it's deeper the street nigga
You and I just a virus they delete nigga
Some people say go on and join what you 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 want the that did this to ya

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)

Our comrade Cee-Lo is considered by as a modern day Neo
And opposing forces as agents will like him dead for what he know
He is The One, at that's who Morpheus say he is
He can free the mind of a machine and God to an atheist
But he's a daydreamer, it's all in his
Still today's music has the Matrix
and the rhythm is in the red pill
So I it knowing I can never return once I'm gone
And I you got this message
I'll be waiting by the

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)