Microhard Lyrics - Singles - Cee-lo

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 

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It's the upgraded, complicated, premeditated 

Microhard 

It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass mechanic 

Microhard 

It's the psychotic, mean melodic, nod-narcotic 

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(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 

Microhard 

It's the psychotic, mean melodic, nod-narcotic 

Microhard 

(repeat) 

[Cee-Lo] 

I am the melody, the metaphoric prehistoric 

The pre-meaning before it, preparing for war shit 

Their god's only a graphic, the sky's computer blue 

There is a moral malfunction, what will the machine do to you 

They maliciously monopolize the mass 

Niggas sleep rap and fuck they surprise you last 

When you sell them your soul they supply you cash 

But you can die for all they care, with your expendable ass 

Because they know a new nigga, a brand new nigga 

Will jump right in them tap shoes even if his feet bigger 

Ain't shit sweet nigga, it's deeper than the street nigga 

You and I just a virus they gonna delete nigga 

Some people say go on and join what you can't beat nigga 

I won't take the mark so I can't eat nigga 

Holla if I'm talking to ya, (AH!) 

I'll walk straight through ya 

'Cause I want the motherfucker that did this to ya 

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) 

Our comrade Cee-Lo is considered by many as a modern day Neo 

And opposing forces known as agents will like him dead for what he know 

He is The One, at least that's who Morpheus say he is 

He can free the mind of a machine and give God to an atheist 

But he's a daydreamer, it's all in his head 

Still today's music has become the Matrix 

And the real rhythm is in the red pill 

So I chose it knowing I can never return once I'm gone 

And I hope you got this message 

I'll be waiting by the phone 

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)