Microhard 歌词

歌曲	Microhard
歌手	Cee Lo Green
专辑	Cee-Lo Green And His Perfect Imperfections
下载	Image LRC TXT

	作曲 : Barnett, Callaway, Harding
	Feat. Jahalla, Kirkland Underwater
	Shocka locka...
	[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
	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)
	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 mother****in' 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
	(repeat)
	[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 **** 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 mother****er 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
	(repeat)
	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)

	zuo qu : Barnett, Callaway, Harding
	Feat. Jahalla, Kirkland Underwater
	Shocka locka...
	CeeLo
	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
	CeeLo
	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
	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, nodnarcotic
	Microhard
	repeat
	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 mother in' 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, nodnarcotic
	Microhard
	repeat
	CeeLo
	I am the melody, the metaphoric prehistoric
	The premeaning 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 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 mother er 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, nodnarcotic
	Microhard
	repeat
	Our comrade CeeLo 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, nodnarcotic
	Microhard
	repeat

	zuò qǔ : Barnett, Callaway, Harding
	Feat. Jahalla, Kirkland Underwater
	Shocka locka...
	CeeLo
	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
	CeeLo
	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
	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, nodnarcotic
	Microhard
	repeat
	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 mother in' 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, nodnarcotic
	Microhard
	repeat
	CeeLo
	I am the melody, the metaphoric prehistoric
	The premeaning 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 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 mother er 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, nodnarcotic
	Microhard
	repeat
	Our comrade CeeLo 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, nodnarcotic
	Microhard
	repeat

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