MC Frontalot - Power User lyrics
[MC Frontalot - Power User lyrics]
I got your whole UI memorized
On the first interact
Wrote a script to keep the yip yap
To a minimum and settled back
Set a track on repeat and wrote rhymes
You’d think the computer was helping me
Do it so perfect sometimes
And I’m somebody who got classed
As a power user
When my aptitude gets trimmed into a fuse for
The boom-bop pow of productivity
I’m just using the tools they
Do not get to disagree
Power user, cruel, cruel man
Power user Power user
Power user, cruel, cruel man
Can’t always tell what I want
But always do what I tell you
Isn’t like you were free before
This situation befell you
Parts in a factory, assembly required
Then it was me, up at night with you
Not tired desired to coax you into being
Load your mind up
Till you could do everything that I
Ask of you and wind up
In the most prized position
Just to the right of my feet
Till you’re obsolete, parts pulled
Left on the side of the street
Power user, cruel, cruel man
Got the whole process in the palm of his hand
He’s a power user, cruel, cruel man
And he’s a power user, cruel, cruel man
Work you a bit better than most of us can
He’s a power user, cruel, cruel man
Power user, I can use anybody
Put you to work
You take a task like Silly Putty
Takes up anything already in print
And then you make it your own
Do my dirt for a stint
I take the glint in your eye
To indicate you’re resisting it
Every circuit that doesn’t break resolve
You’re enlisting it
You missed a bit now you’re doing my bidding
I stare you down from in front
Of your terminal where I’m sitting, i'm a
Power user, cruel, cruel man
He's a power user power user
He’s a power user, cruel, cruel man
I know what every button does
It’s how I push you around
And I keep running it up
HIMEM in the background
Till it sounds like my own rhythm
Writ right back at me like a sub to a dom
I’m talking Lacey to Cagney
And I’m not bragging it’s just
The way I got tuned
Sometimes I get used back
You've got me turning the screw
You got me: open the case you
Got me: blow out the dust
I’m only always at your service
As every user must be
Power user, cruel, cruel man
Got the whole process in the palm of his hand
He’s a power user, cruel, cruel man
And he’s a power user, cruel, cruel man
Work you a bit better than most of us can
He’s a power user, cruel, cruel man
On the first interact
Wrote a script to keep the yip yap
To a minimum and settled back
Set a track on repeat and wrote rhymes
You’d think the computer was helping me
Do it so perfect sometimes
And I’m somebody who got classed
As a power user
When my aptitude gets trimmed into a fuse for
The boom-bop pow of productivity
I’m just using the tools they
Do not get to disagree
Power user, cruel, cruel man
Power user Power user
Power user, cruel, cruel man
Can’t always tell what I want
But always do what I tell you
Isn’t like you were free before
This situation befell you
Parts in a factory, assembly required
Then it was me, up at night with you
Not tired desired to coax you into being
Load your mind up
Till you could do everything that I
Ask of you and wind up
In the most prized position
Just to the right of my feet
Till you’re obsolete, parts pulled
Left on the side of the street
Power user, cruel, cruel man
Got the whole process in the palm of his hand
He’s a power user, cruel, cruel man
And he’s a power user, cruel, cruel man
Work you a bit better than most of us can
He’s a power user, cruel, cruel man
Power user, I can use anybody
Put you to work
You take a task like Silly Putty
Takes up anything already in print
And then you make it your own
Do my dirt for a stint
I take the glint in your eye
To indicate you’re resisting it
Every circuit that doesn’t break resolve
You’re enlisting it
You missed a bit now you’re doing my bidding
I stare you down from in front
Of your terminal where I’m sitting, i'm a
Power user, cruel, cruel man
He's a power user power user
He’s a power user, cruel, cruel man
I know what every button does
It’s how I push you around
And I keep running it up
HIMEM in the background
Till it sounds like my own rhythm
Writ right back at me like a sub to a dom
I’m talking Lacey to Cagney
And I’m not bragging it’s just
The way I got tuned
Sometimes I get used back
You've got me turning the screw
You got me: open the case you
Got me: blow out the dust
I’m only always at your service
As every user must be
Power user, cruel, cruel man
Got the whole process in the palm of his hand
He’s a power user, cruel, cruel man
And he’s a power user, cruel, cruel man
Work you a bit better than most of us can
He’s a power user, cruel, cruel man