| There’s no fuckin stopping this, Mr. Rockadopolis
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| Sneaks through enigmatic, ominous, anonymous
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| There’s no fuckin stopping this, Mr. Rockadopolis
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| Speaks to everyone from governors to commoners
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| Don’t mind me, I’m not actually here
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| No-one's sticking sneaky little goggas in your ear
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| That crawl around inside your head, eating up your brain
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| Maybe you want to go away, come back another day
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| Cats aren’t ready I’m stuck in five years time
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| Hologram on the mic like someone pressed rewind
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| Rip open my chest and flex my blessed design
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| Get all up in your system like some pesticide
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| Electrify when I testify, would the next in line please step inside
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| Disinfect your mind, make sure that you don’t get left behind
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| Electronic, symphonic, melodic, exotic harmonics
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| Steady exorcise melancholic, demonic robotics
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| This megalomaniac likes to think sick things
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| Devil cruncher sent to earth to eat weak links
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| Rupture metal mental structure, defeat kings
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| Humans, activate your super-psyche
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| Humans, activate your super-psyche
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| Humans, activate your super-psyche
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| Humans, activate your super-psyche
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| Humans, activate your super-psyche
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| Humans, activate your super-psyche
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| Humans, activate your super-psyche
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| Humans, activate your super-psyche
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| It’s the boom band back with a bang
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| Metatron stand strong with the mic in his hand
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| Extracting funk from the ether, to pump through your speaker
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| I’mna summon a governor fuck being a commoner stuck in a rut with no possible
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| way out
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| Woo, Johnny be bad in the mental
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| Doctor wanna take away mechanical pencil
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| Stick sick spell to piece of paper 'cos the people need some flavor
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| Lazer-beam focus as evil meets maker
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| Hey: check out my nifty new receptors
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| Bonafide prototypes imported from planet zector
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| Vectors need to step inside my sector
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| And get some love from my sexy purple velvet glove
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| I’ll help you to experience beautiful strange feelings
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| Stand on the ceiling look down at you like a stalactite
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| Baby, won’t you be my stalagmite tonight, let’s unite
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| Humans, activate your super-psyche
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| Humans, activate your super-psyche
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| Humans, activate your super-psyche
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| Humans, activate your super-psyche
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| Humans, activate your super-psyche
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| Humans, activate your super-psyche
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| Humans, activate your super-psyche
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| Humans, activate your super-psyche
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| Fuck law and order, I walk upon the water
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| Eliminating small-fry like alcoholic bald guys
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| Dream-walker rupture reality with war-cry
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| Constructus brings the motherfuckin raw vibe
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| Where am I, uh, verse three, line one two three four five
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| Uh yeah everything is gonna be alright
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| Um, too much tv gives you sore eyes
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| Umm, t-the Nazis invented fluoride
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| I’m kak serious bru, we’re not as needy as you
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| We just need food, clothes and shelter
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| Plus a little pocket money so that I don’t have to ask for shit
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| And keep making art for a living till the fat bitch croaks
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| Back foul beast, back from whence you came
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| Crush the pyramid, I’m living it, never giving in
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| I practice in the blackness listening to the drummer drumming
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| Humming, ummm, humming something I’m becoming
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| Activate your super-psyche, Humans
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| Activate your super-psyche, Humans
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| Activate your super-psyche, Humans
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| Activate your super-psyche, Humans
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| Activate your super-psyche, Humans
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| Activate your super-psyche, Humans
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| Blah blah blah, I’m not that easy to see
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| Floating like whhooo, silently from tree to tree
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| Don’t bother me, my master made me up in his laboratory
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| Spliced his genes with flying frog genes
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| Original clone number one with
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| Webbed hands and webbed feet
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| Sticky soles and finger tips, freaky deeky goals
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| Sneaky, false when I need to be, eeny meeny
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| Miny mo, catch a nigga by his toe
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| And he’ll make you wish that you hadn’t |