You know what I mean…You can put a label on your life, put a label on a life style (you know what I’m sayin’) You know put a label on how you wake up every morning, and go to bed at night.
I've been taking into crates ever since I was living in space
Before the rat race, before monkeys had human traits
Mastered numerology and big bang theology
Preformed lobotomies with telekinetic psychology
Invented the mic so I could start blessing it
And chin checkin' kids to make my point like an impressionist
Many men have tried to shake us
But I twist mic cords to double helixes and show them what I’m made of
I buckle knees like leg braces
Cast the spell of instrumental-ness and all of the emcees that hate us
So try on, leave you without a shoulder to cry on
From now to infinity let icons be bygones
I fire bomb ghostly notes haunt this
I’ve tried threats but moved on to a promise
I stomp shit with or without an accomplice
And run the gauntlet with whoever wants this
Chorus
High voltage, it’s the unforgettable sound
High voltage, bringin’ you up and taken you down.
High voltage, coming at you from every style
High voltage, making the rhythm and rhyme collide.
Akira, put a kink in the backbones of clones with microphones
Never satisfy my rhyme jones
Spraying bright day over what you might say
Blood type craillon
Technicolor type A
On highways ridin’ with road rage I'm patient to win
The cage and the tin to bounce all around
In surround sound devouring the scene
Subliminal gangrene paintings
Overall the same things sing songs karaoke copy bull shit
Break bones verbally with sticks and stone tactics
Fourth dimension, combat convention
Write rhymes at ease while the tracks stand at attention
Meant to put you away with the pencil
Pistol, official, 16 line rhyme missile
While you risk it all, I pick out of your flaws
Spin, rah blah blah blah
You can say you saw
Chorus
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