CeeLo Green, Kirkland Underwater , Jahalla - Microhard lyrics

Shocka locka

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 Decepticons indeed
Who mechanically breed at methodical speeds
Distorting your genes, aborting your dreams
As coarse as it seems

Aiyyo, Work

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
Scarring spiritual devils while
Evoking the maker
Is it wrong for me to curse
In the name of right is it wrong for me to
Speak life into this mic
That's all I'm asking baby
How come the new millennium brings fright
Something wicked approaches tonight work

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

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

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

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

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

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