| Here at Brymar College
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| We can get you prepared for the 31st century
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| With advanced programming and quad rendering
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| In Java plus plus plus scripting language
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| We offer advanced job placement assistance
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| So upgrade your grey matter, cause one day it may matter
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| Upgrade your grey matter, cause one day it may matter
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| Upgrade your grey matter, cause one day it may matter
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| Upgrade your grey matter, cause one day it may matter
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| Coming from the outer regions of the universe
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| Deltron Zero and Automator
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| Check it—
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| Upgrade your grey matter, cause one day it may matter
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| Hey, time for you to upgrade. |
| Fuck save
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| Time to load
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| All my rhymes sold
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| And find your own
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| Salivate over what I collaborate
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| With high tech wizardry
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| And breathe new life into the industry
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| Save to the hard-drive for the archives
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| Three thousand thirty with a global apartheid
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| Sensitivity energy
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| Brain chemically contorted
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| With no coordinates to your ordinance
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| Upgrade your grey matter, cause one day it may matter
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| Yo
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| Your recovery’s slow
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| My dual input
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| Plus my modem
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| The tools in foot
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| Long songs instrumental digital projector professor
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| I’ll clue you on the art and how its texture mapped
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| Get your act together
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| My style is mega
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| Educate the heads of eight lonely beggars
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| Only shred of evidence is the virtual file
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| Stored within the cerebellum — hit you Berkowitz style
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| Upgrade your grey matter, cause one day it may matter
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| My defense capabilities with ape agility
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| Take possibilities to the point of senseless shattering
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| Commence the babbling; |
| I’m meditating on a homosapien
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| With no education — I’m 3D acceleration
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| My programing language is the strangest
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| To come to grips with mechanized mischief
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| Kicks it off with circular projectiles X-Files
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| Herald as the most important, dwarf the corporates
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| Upgrade your grey matter, cause one day it may matter
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| Hey, I reduce the gain
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| When I boost my brain
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| What you used to saying
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| I loosen the frame
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| With shock announcements
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| T-Minus and counting
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| Effects control and bouncing
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| Star studded and flooded like fountains:
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| A new machine
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| Real artists are few between
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| You better lube your screen
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| My renders are splendor
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| Three sixty reflecting quickly;
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| Increase your disk-speed
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| So you can
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| Upgrade your grey matter, cause one day it may matter
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| My production model is the stuff to boggle minds
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| You got a log-on time of exactly thirty-six nanoseconds
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| Ambidextrous with ambiance—
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| Watch the cannons twist while I lockout my hardware
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| Word warfare logistically locate and process
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| With psychotropics to optimize my profits
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| Envelop you with development kits that help me
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| To embellish the elements dynamic and too intelligent
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| Upgrade your grey matter, cause one day it may matter
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| Lookie here, as soon as I release the chip
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| You cease to rip. |
| Synopsis:
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| You want to top this, reach to it
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| Digital retouch—
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| Reconstruct your whole conglomerate
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| With our armaments we use with tolerance
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| Such as a G-Bomb
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| Cyborg with 3 arms
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| Translate the ancient language with a brain dish
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| Micro machines poly-stream conducting electrons
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| Deltron strip them with molecular bonds
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| Upgrade your grey matter, cause one day it may matter
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| Upgrade your grey matter, cause one day it may matter
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| Uuhaaaa… uh |