Old Robot Saying: Does Not Compute
Two thousand five
Old gettin revive
It has conscience
Cold as ice, load the dice
Obnoxious
Style coming from the clutchest minutes
There is no limit what has capable of with it
Milliseconds, it can be both
Much like waves and dot strike craves
Ahead of time, act like slaves
Watch out the bad one, cos they tracked you, slayed
We can all observe the situation, from our grave
First of all
There was a semi-automatic thought
Furthermore
They didn't even have a soul
Hi-de-hi-de-ooo - hi-de-hi-de-ooo
Mr. Calloway designs all the limbic system stereo
First of all
There was a semi-automatic thought
Furthermore
They didn't even have a soul
Hi-de-hi-de-ooo - hi-de-hi-de-ooo
Mr. Calloway designs all the dancing ratio
01100011 01101111 01101101 01110000
01110101 01110100 01100101 00001010
Zero one, one arrow up, motherfucker down
Left shift for the perk, smirk while you can run
None, make it to the end, we can't save, save none
All we can take, and we take, and we take fun
One zero, zero one arrow down, motherfucker run
Right to the stomach, hit it with a command alt, I won
Second phase start, but it wants out
A fall, install, dissolve, evolve
The game have a ghosts and a maze
I can pull, you amaze, with a situation
Host gonna face, to its own fucking taste
With a theatrical pace, pick a riddle, triple threat
Raise, raise, I raise to it's stakes
Token, tools you can choose, but you all gonna lose
Scary motherfuckers fools with a rules, what a waste
But the city gonna awake and city gonna take
And this city gonna shake and they will fight till they fade
Open and drop, trippy mothefucker whatsapp
I evolve with a priority, vanity fair suck
A clock
Showing you how, they tracking you down
Fucking you up, just fucking around
Letting you clown
Game have a ghosts and a maze
It's a virtual taste, rising from the ground
It can make you run, make it run
Same as the whole world, roll you can now
Old and I, conquer with a; phone down
Token, tools, you can choose, but you lose
Scary motherfuckers fools with a rules, what a fake one
What a fake one
None can make you choose
Just use, the time, to mesmerize
It's part of my compromise
All this shit gonna televised
Televised
Old gettin revive
It has conscience
Cold as ice, load the dice
Obnoxious
Style coming from the clutchest minutes
There is no limit what has capable of with it
Milliseconds, it can be both
Much like waves and dot strike craves
Ahead of time, act like slaves
Watch out the bad one, cos they tracked you, slayed
We can all observe the situation, from our grave
First of all
There was a semi-automatic thought
Furthermore
They didn't even have a soul
Hi-de-hi-de-ooo - hi-de-hi-de-ooo
Mr. Calloway designs all the limbic system stereo
First of all
There was a semi-automatic thought
Furthermore
They didn't even have a soul
Hi-de-hi-de-ooo - hi-de-hi-de-ooo
Mr. Calloway designs all the dancing ratio
01100011 01101111 01101101 01110000
01110101 01110100 01100101 00001010
Zero one, one arrow up, motherfucker down
Left shift for the perk, smirk while you can run
None, make it to the end, we can't save, save none
All we can take, and we take, and we take fun
One zero, zero one arrow down, motherfucker run
Right to the stomach, hit it with a command alt, I won
Second phase start, but it wants out
A fall, install, dissolve, evolve
The game have a ghosts and a maze
I can pull, you amaze, with a situation
Host gonna face, to its own fucking taste
With a theatrical pace, pick a riddle, triple threat
Raise, raise, I raise to it's stakes
Token, tools you can choose, but you all gonna lose
Scary motherfuckers fools with a rules, what a waste
But the city gonna awake and city gonna take
And this city gonna shake and they will fight till they fade
Open and drop, trippy mothefucker whatsapp
I evolve with a priority, vanity fair suck
A clock
Showing you how, they tracking you down
Fucking you up, just fucking around
Letting you clown
Game have a ghosts and a maze
It's a virtual taste, rising from the ground
It can make you run, make it run
Same as the whole world, roll you can now
Old and I, conquer with a; phone down
Token, tools, you can choose, but you lose
Scary motherfuckers fools with a rules, what a fake one
What a fake one
None can make you choose
Just use, the time, to mesmerize
It's part of my compromise
All this shit gonna televised
Televised
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Writer(s): Mehmet Ataman
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