| World War II was a long time ago
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| Nowadays things are a little more
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| Incredible
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| It’s the year 2065
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| The human race is just as wise
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| But it’s had a bit too much to think lately
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| I don’t know if it’s fit to drive
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| We fit the fittest minds with a chip inside
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| That can link and digitise
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| That which prior to this
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| Was higher than science could ever devise
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| This is a neural interface
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| We’re going to stick it in your face
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| 'til it and your brain are interlaced
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| There’s an arms war on
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| And we’re going to win the race
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| Leave everything erased
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| Bring the bass (man)
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| Man and machine
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| Weaved like tapestry
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| Man what a team (machine)
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| Man and machine
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| Human minds can’t handle the dream
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| Scientific progression is steamrolling
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| There’s no preventing it going ahead
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| Now we’re intrinsically linked with technology
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| Biology as we know it is dead
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| Muscle and metal are toiling
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| I’m not fussed of the kettle is boiling
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| Just ready the mech, put the oil in
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| There’s a dastardly plot that needs foiling
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| We are pursuing John Taylor
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| He and his unit have gone awol
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| The motive is unclear
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| But I’m guessing the trope is the one same old
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| From New Guinea, Peru to Djibouti
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| Things are getting all boomy and shooty
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| So gird up your loins and oil your booty
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| And answer the Call of Duty (man)
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| Man and machine
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| Weaved like tapestry
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| Man what a team (machine)
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| Man and machine
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| Human minds can’t handle the dream
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| My squad is behind me watching my hiney
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| Not like that
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| Blimey
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| I hide right in plain sight
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| And I defy thee to try to find me
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| I see throught the scope with closed eyes
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| Finger and trigger they both collide
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| The bullet travels as the crow flies
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| And a bloke dies
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| See the ghost rise
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| Or is it just smoke?
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| I can’t tell from the hell of the drone strikes (bang bang)
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| Besides I’m preoccupied with fighting
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| And losing is something I don’t like
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| Sealed with a kiss
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| Hit you with my steel fist
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| But it bloody hurts
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| Cause despite the outside it’s my real wrist
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| Ah, now I’m real pissed
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| So let me tell you what the deal is
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| When you deal with me and black ops
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| You’re in for a tough time on the front line
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| Like Ferguson’s black cops (man)
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| Man and machine
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| Weaved like tapestry
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| Man what a team (machine)
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| Man and machine
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| Human minds can’t handle the dream
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| Man and machine
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| Weaved like tapestry
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| Man what a team (machine)
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| Man and machine
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| Human minds can’t handle the dream |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Black Ops III , by - Dan Bull. Song from the album Generation Gaming X, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп