Analog Brothers

Analog Brothers - Analog Anilalator VRS. Silver Surfer lyrics

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[instrumental and Spanish speaking for 19 seconds]



[Keith Korg]

Astro Jetman, flight attendant, American Airlines

DC-10 with engine built to my back again

Fly over 101 freeway, run like Flash on speedways

Human-made man machine move like Jim Kelly with Afrosheen

Green Bay ninja green with technical electric feedback

Twist your kneecaps back

Automated robot flex skills like an Autobot

Transform, get warm, get strong, turn long

Activate break shake material

Bang on doors like Enoch, crush kill destroy a block

Dr. Smith, Will Robinson, head-bobbinson, attack the opposite

Alternate, demonstrate, throw {?} at tanks, swing like the Yanks

Metaphorical historical Telex raiser

Wearin a glow in the dark blazer

Megaphotek, at coat check



[unknown]

Survival of the business, ese puedo

Don't understand this world, todo mundo se {?} por esto

Mi mido, blow diablos that echo

Ready to claim, under disguise, no se {?}

No shame, no consequences or {?}

to leave us underground, we're not inhuman {?}

Que es esto, no me importa no more, no tengo llego

So en {?} para yo, listo por en muerto

I live again, {?} nuevo

Lejo's the key, surrounded by {?} buenos

Espe sueno my dream, true desperado

Analog hermano, un punto {?} ano



[Ice Oscillator]

Do not attempt to switch the frequencies, creep with these

Analog assassins, blastin and laughin at ya

Catch you with the one-two, the cruelest dude less who dis Ice-al-Oscillator

Master weaponest, deadliest, linguist

Got you locked in, your car blocked in, now you sit scared as shit

As I, jump in the next level

Warp double-oh-6 slash crucifix inverted, you heard it

Ten thousand MC's murdered, not enough, all my films are snuff

Sound scans directly connected to our database

Interlates with microwave deep tissue scans, oscillation

Inconsiderate, no love for the illiterate, non analog bullshit

Delete, edit, disc discs heads crash, dragged to trash



[Silver Synth]

Enemies on my coffin list, off to holocause with this

Molotov and blow the surface off the microchips, blastoff

Unlimited tech the masterpiece, the prophecy, disaster brings

Math to this, path of aftershock and calculus

Imagine the 7th magic powerless, could time ever be hourless?

Sil Synth the synthesizer arrive and crack flicks

Smack with backhand 'til backlash taps your ears backward

Attack with, chilling artillery, frozen hollow tips

You're killin me, willingly executing thrillingly

It be total majestic techniques electronic dyslexic

The sonic boom various slash slang Tomb Raiding, escaping

Poeticism to rhythm like strange algorithm



[unknown]

Rumble in the Bronx, move Starks on distortion levels

Dirt devils, enter the pressure cooker

Heat seekin Lex Luger, move analog

Shut down all contacts in competition annihilation, next stage elimination

Crews we spacemen, face men, spare no men

Back again, four or five times, 2005 Voltron hexagon

Try your digital lexicon, we low on the meter

Explode all speakers and soundmen, expert travellers drown men

Altered states and earthquakes

Global battleaxes, your brain collapses

Anatomically mega, Sega sound systems

Mentally bomb systems, kamikaze space missions



[speaking Spanish before the beat rides out to fade]
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