(feat. Jahalla, Kirkland Underwater)





Shocka locka...



[Cee-Lo]

Shit, behold it is me, it is the epitome of extraterrestrial energy

Experiment and enter the internals of the inner me

The art of gone, and heart of stone, and own's worst enemy



Intellect shapeshifta, God's gift a Soul slippa

Hone in on clones and blow them out of my zone

International Fanatical, the radical tactical movements

Sounds are congruent to it



Work



It is what it ain't to these, infected disease

Thought of automatons deceived, by the deceptions indeed

Who mechanically breed at methodical speeds

Distorting your genes, aborting your dreams

As coarse as it seems



Aiyyo, Work



[Cee-Lo]

I could scream, I can't seem to sleep long enough to dream

It's life on a laser beam

But I fiend for the future at my finger tips

One of the minor technicalities of my head trips



You Better Work



The Barea Soul terror, been told since stories of old

Come on let's go and then I'll show how to beat down a rhyme

And wrestle a tempo

Hold on tight, but still let yourself go



Work



This is what I'm talking about

Should I begin to spit it just like the wind

Show my power take flight and quickly ascend

Like a bird beating my wings to the pulse of nature

Scaring spiritual devils while evoking the maker

Is it wrong for me to curse in the name of right

Is it wrong for me to spit life into this mic

That's all I'm asking baby

How come the new millennium brings fright

Something wicked approaches tonight



Work



It's automatic, static battle star galactic

Microhard

It's the upgraded, complicated, premeditated

Microhard

It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass mechanic

Microhard

It's the psychotic, mean melodic, nod-narcotic

Microhard

[repeat]



What good is a call on the phone if you can't speak

And you find it hard to breathe

Paralyzed by my essence, mere presence I put forth

Inherently legends record all souls of expressions

Evil as evil does, better than good was

A spirit of music that once was, born out of the pool of your love

Baby I'm an agent with a flow that's so contagious

And all and all true patience, my brotha Lo told me makes for perfection

while you feeling bound by this matrix

That's why when it comes to protecting mine

I'm a brother you can call over zealous

And I lust and thrust out my staff and wet

Till the motherfuckin' rains get jealous



You Gotta Work



It's not coincidental I use my soul for a stencil to outline the rhyme

that connects machine and a mind

Until the end of time the one my kind, the message will now be profoundly

spoken, rules are meant to be broken, therefore it's my pleasure to mentor

But once learned you must learn you must yearn to discern

The mechanical glitch of artificial intelligence

But the consequence of your ignorance is the reality I now see before me:

"maybe in time we'll see"



Don't Stop, Work



The degree you'll see will 'cause casualty when the codes download

The truth will unfold uphold until the end

'Cause our destiny will be to win, you're still free to sin within



It's automatic, static battle star galactic

Microhard

It's the upgraded, complicated, premeditated

Microhard

It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass mechanic

Microhard

It's the psychotic, mean melodic, nod-narcotic

Microhard

[repeat]



[Cee-Lo]

I am the melody, the metaphoric prehistoric

The pre-meaning before it, preparing for war shit

Their god's only a graphic, the sky's computer blue

There is a moral malfunction, what will the machine do to you

They maliciously monopolize the mass

Niggas sleep rap and fuck they surprise you last

when you sell them your soul they supply you cash

But you can die for all they care, with your expendable ass

Because they know a new nigga, a brand new nigga

Will jump right in them tap shoes even if his feet bigger

Ain't shit sweet nigga, it's deeper than the street nigga

You and I just a virus they gonna delete nigga

Some people say go on and join what you can't beat nigga

I won't take the mark so I can't eat nigga

Holla if I'm talking to ya, (AH!)

I'll walk straight through ya

'Cause I want the motherfucker that did this to ya



Work



It's automatic, static battle star galactic

Microhard

It's the upgraded, complicated, premeditated

Microhard

It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass mechanic

Microhard

It's the psychotic, mean melodic, nod-narcotic

Microhard

[repeat]



Our comrade Cee-Lo is considered by many as a modern day Neo

And opposing forces known as agents will like him dead for what he know

He is The One, at least that's who Morpheus say he is

He can free the mind of a machine and give God to an atheist

But he's a daydreamer, it's all in his head

Still today's music has become the Matrix

and the real rhythm is in the red pill

So I chose it knowing I can never return once I'm gone

And I hope you got this message

I'll be waiting by the phone



It's automatic, static battle star galactic

Microhard

It's the upgraded, complicated, premeditated

Microhard

It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass mechanic

Microhard

It's the psychotic, mean melodic, nod-narcotic

Microhard

[repeat]