Chorus x2 It's high voltage you can't shake the shock Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out It's high voltage you can't shake the shock Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out
I've been digging in the crates Ever since I was living in space Before the rat race Before monkeys had human traits Mastered numerology And big bang theology Performed lobotomies With telekinetic psychology Invented the mic So I could start blessin it And chincheckin kids to make my point Like an impressionist Many men have tried to shake us But I'll twist my cords Through double helixes And show them what I'm made of I buckle knees like leg braces Cast the spell of instrumental-ness And all of the emcees that hate us So try on Leave you without a shoulder to cry on From now to infinity Let icons be bygones I fire bomb Ghostly notes haunt this I've tried threats But moved on to a promise I stomp shit With or without an accomplice Mix media The stamp of approval is on this
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Akira Put a kink in the backbones Of clones with microphones Never satisfy my rhyme jones Spraying bright day Over what you might say Blood type krylon Technicolor type A On highways write with road rage On pages of wind And cages of tin That bounce all around Surround sound Devouring the scene Subliminal gangrene paintings Overall the same things Sing song karaoke copy madness Break bones verbally With sticks and stone tactics Fourth dimension Combat convention Write rhymes at ease While the tracks stand at attention Attention Meant to put you away With the pencil, pistol, official 16 line rhyme missile While you risk your all I pick out of your flaws Spin, rah blah blah blah You can say you saw