Lyrics:
no bullshit
If you wanna test a nigga, bring it on nigga, you know I'm sayin'?
Fuck your muthafuckin' set up in the air
Let me take ya to the dark
no bullshit
If you wanna test a nigga, bring it on nigga, you know I'm sayin'?
Fuck your muthafuckin' set up in the air
Let me take ya to the dark
And to this very day, 'wing nuts' and data reduction clerks alike,
Speak in reverent whispers about that fateful night when
Test stand number one
the
Yard and do hard labor
Got your memory scarred but you
Gon' remember this all later
Don't worry at all player
Its all saved on your Sega memory card data
boards humming in the midnight air
Binary stars, a neon affair
Through the data streams, we transcend
In this cyberpunk city, where realities blend
Hack
every stress test
That I digest
I gotta confess
Thank you God
I'm blessed
In every step
I'm blessed
When I reflect
I'm blessed
When I dreamt
Blessed when
the night air take me
Stop the clocks
Let the nightmare wake me
Floating islands set behind closed eyelids
Drones and sirens
Everything at home's
around the TV sets
They ran down every lead
They repeated every test
They checked out all the data on their lists
And then the alien anthropologists
Waka
Skeng go
Rata
Don't
Test me
Dude
Don't
Nah nah nah
Don't don't
Test me
Nigga
Uh uhh!
Thug like
Waka
Skeng go
Rata
Balling like
Kaka
Hoes don't
Huey Newton
I feel it, it's in the air
White cop with a stare
New judge in the chair
This shit hittin' the fan
But me, I'ma be smart and legalize my shit
fucking signs Nigga fa reel Nigga no matter where you from nigga the south to midwest represent Nigga put ya sets up
Put yo signs in the air put'em up
my need
The whole city got bizzerk he got treat
Another nigga got a hit but shawty he not me
Who set the city on fire as soon as he got freed
conducted
Co-authorship in the hundreds and bigger budgets
Big data sets on the means of production
58 million scientific papers
Less than half will ever get
I said set it off on my left
Set it off on my right
I said liquor all in my breath
Bitches all in my sight
I said real niggas trying to fuck
Fuck
GIMME THE LOOT, GIMME THE LOOT
GOTTA REGROUP, GOTTA RECOUP
HANDS IN THE AIR, TELL EM' DON'T SHOOT
LESS IT'S A BALL, STRAIGHT IN THE HOOP, AYE...
1ST
bent
No cap, dat je lacking bent
No cap, dat je lacking bent
Kom met je gang en ik maak het eng
Test hier niet, want het gaat door lijf
Is die beef on,
Download my data into the brain
From the dome will set the dj unknown
Everybody knows that I'm around here
I'm full-blown
Shatter like bones, through
When reading the digital data recorded on your compact disc
Providing you with outstanding reproduction
As well as added clarity and detail
When you hear
Download
(Ha ha)
Upgrade
I found the giant
Squad set
No alliance
Holmium plutonium core reliant
Ego terminal
Sync to the database
Bio-metric imprint
Will be
and claim attack
With only the logic of zero to one
categorize data and split everyone
The warning is already clear
They set the stage for all to fear
you don't stop
Baby it's in my chromosomes to rock microphone sets
Who wanna test the M-O-S just leave that shit alone
I make no bones or poems
Homie, you're still a flunky trying to rise above me
Get your head out the clouds like a Denver junkie
Go'n feed the monkey like needle for habit
Set it
Data mining my mind hoping that I set it off
Blow the bag foot the cost then taxes take it all
Man they wanna see me fall but I've seen through it all
Saying that they got it when they don't
I'm the next air to the throne
Saying I'm the goat, it's set in stone
These other niggas cap and it's been
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