Lyrics:
You find a MC like me who's strong
Leavin' motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support
And when I command the microphone I get deadly as Kahn
You find a MC like me who's strong
Leavin' motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support
And when I command the microphone I get deadly as Kahn
Command, we've lost control
The engine's bound to crash
The lightning strikes went bright
Do not go gently
It's just my luck
You shot my bluff
nemesis and our salvation
We fall down by remote control, engineered you with license to kill
For you are strong with advantage made of steel
BX-50, model
at peace, filled with gratitude.
I am grateful for always having easy communication.
I am happy to be accepted wherever I am.
I allow myself to draw from
congress there could be
A commons for humanity
Cos for the first time ever in history
The future's ours to seize my friends
within this technology
taken out
By our own technology
Gone Away (Backups)
Are we the reason how
The human race shall fall
Gone Away (Backups)
Should I say a prayer
For us all
depend on our digital gift
Our reliance grows, our souls adrift
As AI lord commands a deadly shift
Can somebody help me?
I want to leave this place!
Can
Technology for the Future Generation
Add knowing insight and Mystical Might
Phorever People still doing it right!
We are here and now among You
We are
Cameras and lasers increase their vision
Communication is the key
To control all this technology
Line Painter
Road Striper
Make it safer
For all of those
a vision of high technology.
Heartbeat gettin' faster.
Disobey the order of your master.
No command you, no heart and soul.
Have I lost my grip, am I
Revolutions
The Wheel Of Fortune turns again
Bringing Microchips and social change
The world got smaller through technology
Bringing cheap imports
We
world out there
And maybe it's true
If we're in command
There's no need for us to worry or doubt
As we're sleepwalking through life
While part of another
as a gift, from her human makers to the world
And just in time, to prove it could be done
With minimal regard for ethics, in secret
This hidden laboratory,
we don't need a proof for the truth
stick to the fact that we flew to the moon
all footage came from Hollywood rooms
dem are lucky ones who have
We don't need a proof for the truth
Stick to the fact that we flew to the moon
All footage came from Hollywood rooms
Dem are lucky ones who have
dark and distant yet we all fall in line
For it controls who gets the scraps; When
We are pounded with fear
Day in day out enslaved to its foul ends with
Geomagnetic reversal
Bathing the Earth
In coronal fire
Our biology
Fused with technology
Enhanced symbiotically
Evolution
Telepathic communication
Mechanical
They're walking by day, they stumble by night
Wandering blindly, with no end in sight
Mass communication, hand to hand
A new epidemic has control
running our planet enough, mismanaging us
We losing control, but they kept going as if the tech wasn't advancing enough
We taught it our communication
and higher than technology
Mankind's one and only hope for true sanity
So recognise your tradition mission
Represent what you are be real now listen
In
Disobey the order of your master
No command you, no heart and soul
Have I lost my grip, am I losing control
Malfunction, mass corruption
All in all,
a vision of high technology.
Heartbeat gettin' faster.
Disobey the order of your master.
No command you, no heart and soul.
Have I lost my grip, am I
Disobey the order of your master
No command you, no heart and soul
Have I lost my grip, am I losing control
Malfunction, mass corruption
All in all,
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