| I gotta be telling you something about the Autobeat coalition
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| My mission destroy this mic beat up the whack position
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| You listen to the propaganda bot gotta get out and get in
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| I spit in paranormal paths while fittin
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| Perfectly paint over Autobeat insignia
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| See me on Cybertron sneakin' in the symbiotic
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| Ideological brain center of the whackacons; |
| pass freely
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| They frequently patrol skyways as Wheelie
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| With five ways to impersonate an officer; |
| somebody say they need ID
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| One hour later that bot is needed and I be
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| Communicate quickly with the Stumblebee
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| Yo it’s the Optimus R-H-Y-M- to the E
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| You see me? |
| I’m stomping through mobile monitors
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| Powerthighs jacked in coded total followers
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| Guilty cause they shot at us these flower PuCBots
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| They line up as cattle and even more got hot
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| Like Rumblebot he taught us the best way to abolish
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| Is to start up at the top and just tarnish the floor polish
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| Then demolish the lubricant so that you would get the wall
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| Ignited your enemy give them one more chance to crawl
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| Hear the clickety clack, titanium knee pads
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| Metallic sweat glands pump oil through the hands
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| Hear the faintest sound of the matrix flutterin'
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| Flyin' in the getter with the voicebox stutterin'
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| It’s not fun to them it’s not fun to me
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| It’s wheelie on an undercover op baby and I fight for a fee |