Greetings, hi, and hello. I'm on a higher level
Out to inspire ghettos, pulling strings like Geppetto
Hey yo it's on and popping, D got your speakers knocking
We keep the people jocking like they seen the Beatles rocking
Cyborg soul music make you put your soul into it
Hate to see you go and ruin things you know you suppose to do it
Do what? Say what? You lost me. How much is it gonna cost me?
I'm all in of your time if you just bought this CD off me
Sixteen more bars to go, just thought you ought to know
You ain't gotta sell your soul to have the hardest flow
Or have the freshest gear, or just a blessed career
p**nstars and strippers need to know their d**h is near
AIDs you might catch this year
Meanwhile you in and out of the clinic waiting for that infection to clear
Come on now, deactivate your lazy minded lyric state
Let the spirit penetrate, let me reiterate
Stop making up excuses, you sounding just like Judas
Spiritually lumps and bruises decorate your what's and who'sits
I mean who'sy what'sits, you need to lose your clutches
If you don't let it go, baby, you gonna boost the ruckus
You're dismissed, cut it cut it cut it out
Turn it off (say whaaat?) Pull the plug, shut it down
You're dismissed, cut it cut it cut it out
Turn it off (say whaaat?) Pull the plug, shut it down
Deactivate
Deactivate
Shut it down
Deactivate
Processor of programming
Gotta deactivate