Lyrics:
Automatic cannot hear you
Automatic doesn't care
Automatic in the background
Automatic is never there
Automatic owns the outcome
Automatic knows the score
Combs takin broads home
On the phone with the chip, these Cristal chicks
bout to make our own porno flicks, my life's the shit
[DMC] (background singers:
Levitating, best creation since the 1480s baby
This is for the background, I live in the background
This is for the background sound in the background
I like
Automatic situations take you to the edge of your insanity
Misinterpret what you hear and turn it into conversation over tea
Mistake the Knowledge Tree for
Hey yo it's cinematic
Riding through the city you can feel the static
So when you feel the love don't take it for granted
Either have an automatic
Don’t tell me what’s wrong
I already know
I’ll be your lover automatic
And I can be whatever you want
At whatever the cost
Don’t worry at all
I’ll
just, I just)
Think we hot now, yeah we out now
Fuck the wait I'm talkin now now, meet me downtown
They can't put us in the background, we running laps
Striking up like lightening
We’re so hyperactive
Turning over to a new leaf
Turning to an automatic
This is gonna to be my time
And I’m gonna have
and then I get labeled as immasculine
Cuz I ain't the most consistent charismatic
Enter a party stressed out automatic(ly)
Take a seat at the end
That you don't want (want)
The answers to (to)
I love you in the morning, so you know it's no lie
You're hidin' in the background, but you wanna be
Guess what? This shit automatic
Switch the channel, cause some static
I don't mean to bring the havoc
Making plays, treat life like Madden
Leave
background
Try and stick me I'll fill your back with MAC rounds
Ask Preme, nigga, 50 don't back down
I keep it funky like fiends in a crack house
Cross
When I'm locked down I use Tim's as my shower slippers
I'm in the background mingling with the powder flippers
In the basement, hard-body power
[Intro:]
KRS One : Pop pop pop pop!
KRS One : Go uptown, go uptown, go uptown, go uptown (in the background)
(repeats while Tim Dog is speaking)
the chip inside my lap top
All the variations you could do with me
Nicer than the girl up in your mind you're free
Automatic crystal remote control
We
the chip inside my lap top
All the variations you could do with me
Nicer than the girl up in your mind you're free
Automatic crystal remote control
We
the room
But that's they doom
Because if the beef get set
(PW: We cause a typhoon)
Yeah, what you here for
You better prepare for
The background cause your
ass
So suck a nigga dick, or make a nigga rich
Or something, bitch
I don't give a fuck about the chatter in the background
Niggaz get beat
aggressive
Four moves ahead, wrong dude to play chess with
I roll with the best click flow so impressive
Shots automatic, better get you a vest quick
Easy
yeah, woo
Crack a bottle of Riesling, yeah
Chroma keying like
Wit’ a background in the background
Band together like Zac Brown
As I man the weather like
somewhat of her eyes a mouth maybe a nose
And then the forehead top of the head
Little smily face in the background
See those rock over here
Looks like a guy
of Frito-Lays
Niggas hate on the internet, boy watch what you say
Don't play with the gang, all them boys ruthless and they known the spray
Semi's automatics
through the hood wearin' Teflon
Hit the corners motherfuckers get left on
Know if not, they better check my background
Try and stick me, I'll fill your
background
Try and stick me I'll fill your back with MAC rounds
Ask Preme, nigga, 50 don't back down
I keep it funky like fiends in a crack house
Cross
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