| What is that. | 
| in the stereo
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| That’s Acey/A.C. | 
| — Automatic Control
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| What is that. | 
| in the stereo
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| AHHH! | 
| That’s Acey/A.C. | 
| — Automatic Control
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| I can leap over a buildin with the greatest of ease
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| Get up and rock the party like you wouldn’t believe
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| Get everybody goin they’ll be gone with the wind
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| Go all around the world come back and do it again
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| I can really rip a rapper for whatever it’s worth
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| And introduce you to the greatest show on earth
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| Oh it’s beautiful, isn’t it? | 
| I had it since birth
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| And it feels so incredible when I’m puttin in work
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| It’s like I’m headed for heights, I’m ready to fight
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| They said it be light, they said it be bright
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| I said am I right, now what’s the use of rockin my boat
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| Well any way you rock it I’mma keep it afloat
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| It’s like I fly in the ocean, I swim in the sky
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| I’m live in a stereo, I’m so energized
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| For all of you guys, and all of you gals
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| This is what they sayin when they hearin them styles
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| Off the head to head, born to dead
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| Arm Leg Leg Arm back to Head
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| Hmm, infrared, telescopic
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| Audio’ll transmit fiberoptics
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| The speed of sound, in full surround
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| A full metal jacket with a new compound
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| Amplified, deep and wide
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| Jump into your ride and lean to the side
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| Lo and behold I hit the Project Blowed road
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| Headed for the mountaintop, lookin for gold mode
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| I sold the gold but never sold the form
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| It’s hot it’s cold it’s warm throughout the storm
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| Freakazoids, electric ladies
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| Radioactive robotic babies
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| Fuel-injection and dual exhausts
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| A cable antenna when the signal is lost
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| All up in your circuit breaker, doin my thing
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| Yo crank it to the maximum oh WHAT a machine
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| Movin in slow-mo, not makin a fuss
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| All of a sudden when they push the button I get a rush I’m gone
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| Climbin up the walls y’all, under your skin
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| I know it’s gonna happen but I’m wonderin when
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| So I pace myself, and brace myself
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| Just in case myself, wanna try to get away from me
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| My main objective, remain effective
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| Fuse together rhythms that’ll keep you connected
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| Misdirected, disengaged
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| Disinfected, a brand new page
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| Hit the corners and hug the curbs
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| Smash on the gas that’s all you heard
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| Check the monitors, heatin up thermometer
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| Live wire kiss and you Twist like Oliver
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| What is that…
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| That’s Acey/A.C. | 
| — Automatic Control
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| What is that. | 
| in the stereo
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| AHHH! | 
| That’s Acey/A.C. | 
| — Automatic Control |