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'm the rare, got the skills to blow my mind
They don't make 'em like you no more (ye-yeah)

I'm in heaven now, so in love
Lay your weapons down, and turn it up
like it did to me, I was a black zombie

[Chorus]

Wake up! Black zombies in a spell for more than four hundred years
Ghetto n****z won't have it no
My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every note
Make me your radio
Turn me up when you feel low
This melody
to you like it did to me, I was a black zombie

[Chorus]

[Nas]
Wake up! Black zombies in a spell for more than fo'-hundred years
Ghetto niggas won't
When I listen to my stereo
All I hear is a funky flow
It really makes me lose control
Bomfunk MC's in stereo, in stereo, in stereo
All I hear is
through the door and up through the floor
And it comes to me
That zombies can't dance

I run up the stairs and into my bed
Forgot to chop them down,
My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every note

Make me your radio
Turn me up when you feel low
This melody was
mind

My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every note

Make me your radio
Turn me up when you feel low
This
My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every no-o-ote
Make me your radio (Yeah)
Turn me up when you feel low (Turn
From neck and down
No way to cure
This scapegoat of mine
I tried to scream, 
But I can't make a sound
I'm missing in stereo

I have the lines, 
But I
to relate
This can't be happenin like I'm in a dream while I'm walkin
Cause what I'm seein is haunting
Human beings like ghost and zombies
President
mind

My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every note

Make me your radio
Turn me up when you feel low
This
to call me from the bush bungalow
Unnu watch mek I clear out my voice now Figaro!
Emerge from the darkness with mi big blunt a glow
Mi hammer dem a slam
from the bush bungalow
Unnu watch mek I clear out my voice now Figaro!
Emerge from the darkness with mi big blunt a glow
Mi hammer dem a slam
High-ho Silver, ride
Takes another ride to make me
Oh, get off the air
I'm on the stereo, stereo
Oh, my baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, babe
Gave me malaria,
shit bumping, I'mma rep it till my last
I'm the present, I'm the past, thirsty bitches make me laugh
Always searching for their relevance, looking like
Grotesque, crippled, carved up carcass
Evil controlling my mind, the fear of dying expired of life, to vomit the soul
I am dead within my self
But high-ho silver ride
High-ho silver ride
Takes another ride to make me
Oh, get off the air
I'm on the stereo stereo
Oh my baby baby baby baby
Grotesque, crippled, carved up carcass
Evil controlling my mind
The fear of dying expired of life, to vomit the soul
I am dead within myself
Sitting by my stereo all alone 
My baby calls me on the telephone 
She says, baby take me out for a dance 
I tell my baby I feel so bad 
I can't
Do it, lets get it on 
Move it! 

Come on, baby, do it 

La-da-di-dup-dup die dy
On the stereo
Let those speakers blow your mind 
(Blow my
I'm like a Bat Out of Hell, being pulled by Black Stallions.
Waiting for Metallica to make another Black Album.
Created a stone age cage, I'm fenced
I'm the real thing in stereo
I got a little highs, I got a little lows
Follow this melodic flow
I can make it shine, I can make it glow

I'm the real
the sun as you just march on by
So handsome in your uniforms, but you bat not an eye

[Chorus]
Like animals
Gun-toting freaks
Cracked-up in cami
Get you in my car
Feel the fire superstar
Turn up the bass and adjust the seat
I'm on you like a shark on meat

Push the button on my stereo
Then