Old Robot Saying: Does Not Compute (Demo) Lyrics

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

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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