Luyện nghe bài hát MicroHard

locka...

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

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

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

Aiyyo,

I could scream, I seem to sleep long enough to dream
It's life on a beam
But I fiend for the future at my finger
One of the technicalities of my head trips

You Better

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

This is I'm talking about
Should I begin to it just like the wind
my power take flight and quickly ascend
Like a bird my wings to the pulse of nature
spiritual devils while evoking the maker
Is it wrong for me to curse in the name of
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, static battle galactic

It's the upgraded, complicated,

It's the transplanted, panic, bass 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, presence I put forth
Inherently legends record all of expressions
as evil does, better than good was
A spirit of music that once was, born out of the of your love
I'm an agent with a flow that's so contagious
And all and all true patience, my Lo told me makes for perfection
you feeling bound by this matrix
That's why when it comes to protecting
I'm a brother you can over zealous
And I lust and out my staff and wet
Till the motherfuckin' rains get

You Work

It's not I use my soul for a stencil to outline the rhyme
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 my pleasure to mentor
But once learned you must you must yearn to discern
The mechanical glitch of intelligence
But the of your ignorance is the reality I now see before me:
"maybe in we'll see"

Don't Stop,

The degree see will 'cause casualty when the codes download
The truth will unfold until the end
'Cause our destiny will be to win, you're still free to sin

It's automatic, static battle 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 pre-meaning before it, preparing for war
god's only a graphic, the sky's computer blue
There is a moral malfunction, will the machine do to you
They maliciously monopolize the
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 your ass
Because they a new nigga, a brand new nigga
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 eat nigga
Holla if I'm to ya, (AH!)
I'll walk straight ya
'Cause I want the 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, melodic, nod-narcotic

(repeat)

Our comrade Cee-Lo is considered by as a modern day Neo
And opposing forces known as agents will like him dead for what he
He is The One, at least that's who 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 has become the Matrix
and the rhythm is in the red pill
So I chose it knowing I can never return I'm gone
And I hope you got message
be waiting by the phone

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)