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 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
