Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pro Tool Robots , by - Haiku D'Etat. Song from the album Haiku D'Etat, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 13.09.2011
Record label: Decon Media
Song language: English
Pro Tool Robots |
| Myka 9: |
| I started running up in hips (hop) |
| When no other gratification grips like pops |
| As she rides on tops |
| I slide up in MPC-3000 slots |
| My double-density dicks |
| Behind the popper-stoppers emcees think they can rock (nope) |
| You think not pop (right) |
| I think so, stop (true) |
| Cyclopes tunnel vision, erects Pro-Tool robots |
| Flying faders, just let me fuck with the music and y’all stay stuck with the |
| haters |
| While I remain sucka free! |
| A musician is a true player up to kiss the mouthpiece |
| Outreach, touch my instrument, deep throat my reed |
| Plant my musical seed to breed, pure in the savage beast |
| On the average streets, pornographic heat |
| This nigga Myka on the mic, laugh at defeat |
| Dyslexic math, anorexic wrath |
| Decrepitly, intrepidly, you heavily pushing quick to an exit path |
| From the virus, Osiris, sear us |
| High me on iris, I’m in raw, beyond mere common law |
| Why kneel on computer stool? |
| Is Peter Norton your highness? |
| Facilitating your utilities |
| The sinus, dry-mucus membranes of a black hacker |
| Wannabe keyboard cracker |
| Looking for process speed |
| Surfing junk food snacker |
| Unearthing multidimensional possibilities |
| I’m well respected and stand stern while you sing more fowler than Howard |
| Hewlett-Packard |
| IBM Mr. Macintosh |
| A build power, a little coward we gonna do it, I’m a hardware jacker |
| Apple hats, still flossin' Wallabees and cyber projects |
| He’s a software wacker |
| I trash programs moved by these disk smugglers under BVDs |
| They even keister DVDs |
| It’s all in the risk of a nonstop juggler |
| Even within this computer era black man is still a struggler |
| We all have are struggles and personal troubles, Hubble |
| Telescopical, topical, tropical |
| Optical bubbles get burst |
| Every frame I put my knowledge first in this game and thirst |
| My throat feels rather parched |
| Arched doorways of my temple stiff as starch |
| Stained glass window pane shades like for spectroscopy |
| I’ll march in side-by-side separation for thy kingdom comes a monarch |
| And the Arc of the Covenant blast |
| Pass all class for me |
| I don’t give a fuck about bitches passin' me |
| Gas me in chambers, chastity, famous as majesty |
| Just to be trusted for tragedy |
| Wack-ass can be Alaskan pipe-line |
| Myka 9' loins flipping queens like coins for heads and tails in hell |
| You settin' up web page, chain letter |
| Check your email |