Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pro Tool Robots, artist - Haiku D'Etat. Album song Haiku D'Etat, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |