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(Jumbled talking)
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Whiteys, Niggaz, Blacks, Crackas
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Jews, Latinos, Pimps, playas, and hustlers
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The Analog Brothers
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(Silver Synth)
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Wild scannin the technological rhythm laser vibo meter
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Connected into the time laps per metric spectrometer
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You witness landscapes of lyrics at a helio-optic compression
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Rate of written symmetrics for power profits fit shifting
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And any tririledium composition recorded today
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Silv Synth the rhythm laser, analog brother
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We intake on internet systems as if focus right D2 12 equalizer
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Per 101 frequency
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To surround sound the performance you click to many express
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With 16 presets, connect the Mac or PC now plug and play
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The electronic interface barrier boogie supplier on a 128 channels
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With reliable software, baby
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Analog brother, numero uno
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Silver Synth, y'all, give it up for Silver Synth
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Now exciting my vortex
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Mark Moog to your tube
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(Mark Moog)
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7000 horsepower racing machine erasing your dream
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To be the sickest, MC's you fulla politics with a gimmick
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Fans, they wanna melate my space lyric, I take your brain to the space limit
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Wait a second, I'll be done in one New York minute
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You get the middle digit production small figured out in 3 seconds
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You never listen MC's be runnin they fuckin mouth I start checkin
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The truth is, you useless
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Adolescents tryin to run a dull rap cars
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They crash and now they shit in my garbage barge
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Mark Moog outlaw at large, thought you all stay large
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5 dollar sacks to keep my head cloudy
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Meet all mainframes, shut down your aimframe with brain waves
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CD-Rom strange days make you see me
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Thats right Mark, yeah Mark Moog
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Give it up for Mark Moog, y'all, give it up give it up
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Now exiting the vortex
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Ice Oscillator, enter your tube
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(Ice-T)
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Mister Mister, hellmost, Oscillator
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Check your data, calculate your loss the crime boss
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The overlord, documented with more flows and tramp hoes
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Everyone knows digital blows, watch the flying elbows
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And he goes the prime analog brother here to trungate
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As I oscillate subtones rooms vibrate, hoes gyrate
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Eeries pulsate, analog fate destruct and conduct a new click track
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Ya hearda that? Bring that beat back, mattera fact delete the whole track
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Where's my fuckin Roland at? 808 destort the kick
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Its 6 in the morning, you're on my motherfuckin dick
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Analog fan the conspiracy, ya hearda me?
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This machine does not read simpty, that beats feed me
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Cassette not cd, believe me microphone pultrates, speedy
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So far ahead we're behind you, analog brothers, we design you
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Need I remind you, techinal eclipse don't look we will blind you
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Oh shit that was dope, Oscillator Ice y'all
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Give it up for Oscillator Ice y'all c'mon now
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Now exiting his vortex
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Keith Korg enter your tube
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And here he is, man where's Keith?
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(Kool Keith)
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Keith Korg, mad vocalist, spittin from the key like San Antonio Spurs
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George Gervin girls start to wet me, how I'm servin
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Through this comic book skit, pissed on
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I'm not Jerry Lewis green man, Calvin Murphy, point guard
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With shooting range like Kelly Tripucka
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My testicles connected to a bazooka
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Dangerous criteria, we mess up your whole rectal interior
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Stack nature digestive system with a Puerto Rican switchblade
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That penetrate afros and braids, green man, the board is foreman
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Fuckin call me Norman when I urinate out the window
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You're shaufferin the doorman
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My penis gets hard, I ejactulate with the products mastered
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Tyrants got the seat I can see my soul jerkin off in the swap meet
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To a soon album and comin 3-D say I'm cooked out
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With a buncha reals, ampex and the graveyard
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My dick stay hard, 4000 mega
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Hallucinatin gorillas froze and serve em, Vega's ultimate warrior Enok
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Walkin up like the lost in space robot
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(Rex Roland JX3P)
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And I'm Rex Roland
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Analog Brothers Intro
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