(feat. Odd Oberhiem)



[Mark Moog]

2005, ready to go

Mark Moog, Keith Korg, Silver Synth

Analog explosion move rattle brains in midrange

All dirt production, global disasters felt universal

2005 no rehearsal, low frequencies hurt you

Levels beyond normal new star cruisers

Veteran battleships, Mark Moog battle sick

Handle your trinity fine to infinity we at it again

Choke you out, battle again

Mothra, rocket launcher entourage

Figure out the level we on

They've lost in an overspace cross

I split your face, ghetto funk

Finger trouble funk, rollin XJ3P underground evil funk

Get ready, genocidal airwaves

Terrified from the airplay, one two

Analog



[Chorus: Odd Oberheim]

2005, level no drive, comin to raise

Step in the new days of death waves

Comin to raise 2005, level of live

Comin to raise step in the new ways of death rays

Comin in waves



[Keith Korg]

Keith Korg, vocal booth kingpin

Wipe your lyrics off on a napkin

With an action packed thrust, turbo boost get loose

Face crews like a bull fighter

Makin a freebase smoker put out his cigarette lighter

Green man, see me pushin a black Cadillac

With Darth Vader and R2-D2 drivin a Fleetwood Brougham

Through a Wendy's drivethrough, orderin spicy chicken

With Christmas bags with easy pickings, with Captain Kirk shirts

Watchin MC's move like robots with platinum jewels on

and tight mini-skirts, Xerox copy duplicate man X

Let's dead man flex, open distance disconnect

Answering machines, operation evacuation stayin with a green me

Coat with a fedora gray Kangol, sippin out a can {?}

With Magilla Gorilla, drivin a red Jeep Durango

Sound system plush, with Space Ghost in the back lightin my joint

Angel dust, bumpin Cold Crush and Linda Ronstadt

watchin the cat breakdance on the doormat

Doberman Pinschers do the electric boogie at the bus stop

Sellin these kegs 'til the one stops

Bark of your mouth from the Vicks cough drops

Magnum plus, bust bust bust, bust bust



[Chorus: Odd Oberheim]

Two thousand and five the level of live is raised

Step in the new ways of death rays, comin to blaze

Two thousand and five the level of live is raised

Step in the new ways of death rays, comin in waves



[Silver Synth]

By hypothesis official oral homicide I'm rockin this

Surgically infectious type unconsciousness, I drop a logic bomb

Hideous to the intellect-less

Eviscerating precision encisions as a forensic

Eviscerating abstractness by circumstance, my megahurt verse advance

Razor knife sharp through your orifice

Like pseudonyms exploit, I dispose in violation

Then cloak and dagger, to the ceiling in your fantasy

Choked off the verbal dispatch, inhale the herbal through the face plate

Plus the larynx hatch, extensive

Effective, eviscerating, virtual potential to the uppermost we coast

Brightly, with industry autopsies that slightly splinter

Methodically slash, achilles tendon we bash bass platoons

And butched buffoons, then photograph a dozen whispers

Particular plasma, gettin soaked, we structure the obscure circumstances

at a slope then vehicle the progress, and

scorch the bureaucratics while we torch interpalms on microphones

We the studio [?] utility species discoputer Sil Synth



[Odd Oberheim]

Two thousand and five, comin in live, level is raised

To fit the new ways of death rays, comin to raise

Two thousand and five the level of live has been raised

Step in the new ways of death rays, comin in waves

I grab any lightning rod and transport to rock odd

The year VMX double-oh-thousand hot rod

Clog up your intestines with the flower snakes

And grab your [?], the girls are ready to quake

She says you're weirder than a Doctor Who marathon

I tell her to hush, the year's 2005 and beyond

Golden dia-monds, flyin high like Icarus

With wings that get so high you just might miss this

Can you understand the level of comprehension

I'm talkin whips made out of titanium

2005 the level of live, no sound tones

Destroyin death moons, walkin over the Gods of hip-hop's large

I'm feelin blessed with the witness to original Amarettos

Sippin on top of high levels



It's 2005, the level of live has been raised

To fit the new waves of death rays

Comin in waves, it's 2005, the level of live is raised

To fit the new ways of death rays comin in waves

Two thousand and FIVE

TWO, THOUSAND, AND, FIVE!!

Two thousand and FIVE..

Two thousand and FIIIIIIIIIIVE......