[Cee-Lo] Shit, behold it is me, it is the epitome of extraterrestrial energy Experiment and enter the internals of the inner me The art of gone, and heart of stone, and own's worst enemy
Intellect shapeshifta, God's gift a Soul slippa Hone in on clones and blow them out of my zone International Fanatical, the radical tactical movements Sounds are congruent to it
Work
It is what it ain't to these, infected disease Thought of automatons deceived, by the deceptions indeed Who mechanically breed at methodical speeds Distorting your genes, aborting your dreams As coarse as it seems
Aiyyo, Work
[Cee-Lo] I could scream, I can't seem to sleep long enough to dream It's life on a laser beam But I fiend for the future at my finger tips One of the minor technicalities of my head trips
You Better Work
The Barea Soul terror, been told since stories of old Come on let's go and then I'll show how to beat down a rhyme And wrestle a tempo Hold on tight, but still let yourself go
Work
This is what I'm talking about Should I begin to spit it just like the wind Show my power take flight and quickly ascend Like a bird beating my wings to the pulse of nature Scaring spiritual devils while evoking the maker Is it wrong for me to curse in the name of right Is it wrong for me to spit life into this mic That's all I'm asking baby How come the new millennium brings fright Something wicked approaches tonight
Work
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What good is a call on the phone if you can't speak And you find it hard to breathe Paralyzed by my essence, mere presence I put forth Inherently legends record all souls of expressions Evil as evil does, better than good was A spirit of music that once was, born out of the pool of your love Baby I'm an agent with a flow that's so contagious And all and all true patience, my brotha Lo told me makes for perfection while you feeling bound by this matrix That's why when it comes to protecting mine I'm a brother you can call over zealous And I lust and thrust out my staff and wet Till the motherfuckin' rains get jealous
You Gotta Work
It's not coincidental I use my soul for a stencil to outline the rhyme that connects machine and a mind Until the end of time the one my kind, the message will now be profoundly spoken, rules are meant to be broken, therefore it's my pleasure to mentor But once learned you must learn you must yearn to discern The mechanical glitch of artificial intelligence But the consequence of your ignorance is the reality I now see before me: "maybe in time we'll see"
Don't Stop, Work
The degree you'll see will 'cause casualty when the codes download The truth will unfold uphold until the end 'Cause our destiny will be to win, you're still free to sin within
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[Cee-Lo] I am the melody, the metaphoric prehistoric The pre-meaning before it, preparing for war shit Their god's only a graphic, the sky's computer blue There is a moral malfunction, what will the machine do to you They maliciously monopolize the mass Niggas sleep rap and fuck they surprise you last when you sell them your soul they supply you cash But you can die for all they care, with your expendable ass Because they know a new nigga, a brand new nigga Will jump right in them tap shoes even if his feet bigger Ain't shit sweet nigga, it's deeper than the street nigga You and I just a virus they gonna delete nigga Some people say go on and join what you can't beat nigga I won't take the mark so I can't eat nigga Holla if I'm talking to ya, (AH!) I'll walk straight through ya 'Cause I want the motherfucker that did this to ya
Work
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Our comrade Cee-Lo is considered by many as a modern day Neo And opposing forces known as agents will like him dead for what he know He is The One, at least that's who Morpheus say he is He can free the mind of a machine and give God to an atheist But he's a daydreamer, it's all in his head Still today's music has become the Matrix and the real rhythm is in the red pill So I chose it knowing I can never return once I'm gone And I hope you got this message I'll be waiting by the phone
It's automatic, static battle star galactic Microhard It's the upgraded, complicated, premeditated Microhard It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass mechanic Microhard It's the psychotic, mean melodic, nod-narcotic Microhard [repeat]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
