Tekst piosenki
[Intro]
What? He’s not working anymore?
How is this possible? Replace the third modulator then!
Does he need battery replacement therapy?
We can’t let him be dead for too long!
[Verse]
I was born inside a tech lab, used to be some wrecked cans
'Fore they switched anatomy, battery in my neck, man
Seen as a threat and, I’d kill a rapper daily
Was created just to prey on all the peons that I hated
When I say this, I ain’t playin’, this ain’t ordinary slayin’
I would spray ’em, then crochet ’em, take the brain and puree ’em
More failures, I’ll break ’em, ball bearings, I’ll take ’em
Need to tune me up again before I’m runnin’ outta patience
When I get up on a song, that’s it, when I hit ’em and they gone, I split
Gettin’ rid of ’em is all I did, when I’m grippin’ and I aim four-fifths
I spit, they know it’s him, I flip the coldest shit
Don’t even know I did, I do this automatic, biiitch
Eyes glow, red neon in my sockets
I’m so, dead cold, got freon in my lockup
Find O pencil, writin’ sequences proper
I’m nice wit this, partner, I spliced the mic, doctor
I’m a Machine, nobody pump more music than one, raw-ass Cuban
I done, more than you can, in tons of planned debuts
I won, without doin’ too much, I run through, you get touched
I stun crews, I’m like none
Don’t be offended though, y’all weren’t made for this
People invented me, and rendered me as an upgrade for this
Wackness, nobody give a shit if I ain’t paid for this
Cuz I ain’t even alive, I’ll never die, and I’m jaded, shit
Just here to serve you hot beats, hot rhymes
Guaranteed I’d always make it on time, raw lines
I’m fuckin’ perfect, and the opposite your flawed kind
The Machine, and I’ll go for three times your life (right?)
[Outro]
O.T., The Machine
Once they put the battery in my back, I ain’t never stoppin’
It’s impossible… Mr. Eardrums Pop











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