| Lyrics: | (feat. Evidence, DJ Babu, Pharoahe Monch)
Sometimes
Hybrid
Ive
been digging into crates
Ever since I was living in space
Before the ratrace
Before
monkeys had human traits
I mastered numerology
And Big Bang theology
Performed
lobotomies
With telekinetic psychology
Invented the mic
So I could start blessing
it
Chin-checking kids to make my point like an impressionist
Many men have tried to shake
us
But I twist mic cords in double-helixes
To show them what Im made of
I buckle knees
like leg-braces
Cast a spell of instrumentalness on all of you emcees who hate us
So you can
try on
Leave you without a shoulder to cry on
From now to infinity
Let icons be
bygones
I fire bomb
Ghostly notes haunt this
I tried threats but moved onto a
promise
I stomp s**t with or without an accomplice
And run the gauntlet with whoever that
wants this
High voltage
This is the unforgettable sound
High voltage
Bringing
you up and taking you down
High voltage
Coming at you from every side
High
voltage
Making the rhythm and rhyme collide
Akira
I put a kink in the backbones of
clones with microphones
Never satisfied my rhyme jones
Spraying bright day over what you
might say
My blood-types Krylon, Technicolour Type-A
On highways, right with
road-rage
Cages of wind and cages of tin that bounce all around
Surround sound
Devouring
the scene
Subliminal gangrene paintings
Overall the same things
Sing songs, karaoke,
copy, bulls**t
Break bones verbally with sticks-and-stones tactics
Fourth dimension, combat
convention
Write rhymes at ease while the track stands at attention
Meant to put you
away
With the |
