Shocka locka...
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[Cee-Lo]
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Shit, behold it is me, it is the epitome of extraterrestrial energy
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Experiment and enter the internals of the inner me
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The art of gone, and heart of stone, and own's worst enemy
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Intellect shapeshifta, God's gift a Soul slippa
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Hone in on clones and blow them out of my zone
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International Fanatical, the radical tactical movements
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Sounds are congruent to it
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Work
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It is what it ain't to these, infected disease
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Thought of automatons deceived, by the deceptions indeed
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Who mechanically breed at methodical speeds
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Distorting your genes, aborting your dreams
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As coarse as it seems
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Aiyyo, Work
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[Cee-Lo]
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I could scream, I can't seem to sleep long enough to dream
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It's life on a laser beam
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But I fiend for the future at my finger tips
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One of the minor technicalities of my head trips
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You Better Work
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The Barea Soul terror, been told since stories of old
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Come on let's go and then I'll show how to beat down a rhyme
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And wrestle a tempo
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Hold on tight, but still let yourself go
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Work
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This is what I'm talking about
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Should I begin to spit it just like the wind
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Show my power take flight and quickly ascend
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Like a bird beating my wings to the pulse of nature
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Scaring spiritual devils while evoking the maker
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Is it wrong for me to curse in the name of right
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Is it wrong for me to spit life into this mic
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That's all I'm asking baby
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How come the new millennium brings fright
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Something wicked approaches tonight
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Work
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It's automatic, static battle star galactic
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Microhard
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It's the upgraded, complicated, premeditated
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Microhard
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It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass mechanic
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Microhard
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It's the psychotic, mean melodic, nod-narcotic
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Microhard
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(repeat)
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What good is a call on the phone if you can't speak
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And you find it hard to breathe
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Paralyzed by my essence, mere presence I put forth
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Inherently legends record all souls of expressions
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Evil as evil does, better than good was
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A spirit of music that once was, born out of the pool of your love
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Baby I'm an agent with a flow that's so contagious
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And all and all true patience, my brotha Lo told me makes for perfection
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while you feeling bound by this matrix
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That's why when it comes to protecting mine
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I'm a brother you can call over zealous
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And I lust and thrust out my staff and wet
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Till the motherfuckin' rains get jealous
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You Gotta Work
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It's not coincidental I use my soul for a stencil to outline the rhyme
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that connects machine and a mind
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Until the end of time the one my kind, the message will now be profoundly
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spoken, rules are meant to be broken, therefore it's my pleasure to mentor
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But once learned you must learn you must yearn to discern
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The mechanical glitch of artificial intelligence
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But the consequence of your ignorance is the reality I now see before me:
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"maybe in time we'll see"
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Don't Stop, Work
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The degree you'll see will 'cause casualty when the codes download
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The truth will unfold uphold until the end
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'Cause our destiny will be to win, you're still free to sin within
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It's automatic, static battle star galactic
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Microhard
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It's the upgraded, complicated, premeditated
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Microhard
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It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass mechanic
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Microhard
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It's the psychotic, mean melodic, nod-narcotic
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Microhard
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(repeat)
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[Cee-Lo]
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I am the melody, the metaphoric prehistoric
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The pre-meaning before it, preparing for war shit
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Their god's only a graphic, the sky's computer blue
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There is a moral malfunction, what will the machine do to you
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They maliciously monopolize the mass
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Niggas sleep rap and fuck they surprise you last
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when you sell them your soul they supply you cash
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But you can die for all they care, with your expendable ass
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Because they know a new nigga, a brand new nigga
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Will jump right in them tap shoes even if his feet bigger
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Ain't shit sweet nigga, it's deeper than the street nigga
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You and I just a virus they gonna delete nigga
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Some people say go on and join what you can't beat nigga
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I won't take the mark so I can't eat nigga
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| Holla if I'm talking to ya, (AH!) |
