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(feat. Odd Oberhiem)[a kid] Ay Mister, arent you a rapper, whats your name?[Keith] Keith Korg, Analog Brothers, get out of here kid[Ice O] Get off the mans dick man[Ice O] Back the fuck up you lil motherfucker, back the fuck up![Keith Korg]New York City from cyborg, Keith KorgMore flow than the average Joe, get off the staminaPeein off the top of the Empire State Building, urinate on pedestriansWalkin past West 4th Street lesbians28th Street flashin drivin Dodge dashin free manSport Superman underoos with a six-pack of ODoulsMove in sparkplugs, come aboard walkin butt naked with glovesThrowin feces at celebrities at the Billboard AwardsMake Jerry Springer jump on my balls, take a recessKunta test stop your region like the X-Men, liberty legionGot you sayin thats it, pull G strings out of old ladies like Angela BassettWarm up Swanson, jump over 7 foot rappers like David ThompsonWith a bank shot like Alex English I get distinguishedBlock rap like Joe C, Merriweather with a brown leatherBald head like Sam [?] from Marquette, drivin a lime green CorvetteWith a flat butt white girl like Pamela Anderson with a Chia PetSkatin on feces like Wayne Gretzky, yo forget the jazz and thin drumsDon Sylvester coulda killed my feet in Baltimore, MarylandOr on the street standin next to Ben Grimmfrom the Fantastic Four with a Stetson brimOpen your fossils, leave you constipated with bad meals at RoscoesKeith Korg, from cyborg[Chorus: Ice Oscillator]Now could this be the Analog techniques you heard ofMicrophone murder, no win, the Ampex spinsNow could this be the Analog techniques you heard ofMicrophone murder, no win, the Technic spins[a kid] Ay, ay Mister, whats your name? Arent you an Analog Brother?[a kid] C-c can I be down?[Silver Synth]Sil Synth, yo back off kidNow tap into the track enhances, feedback flangeswith a 90 percent delay.. delay..EQ technology in a multi-track recorders projectileFor phrases spit at the strike of lightningTo power amp rhymeologysts its, sent to various temporal vortexesExiting all elements to supplement the decrease in programmingby choice, we choose to play Sega Saturnat the roundtable of the time travelling Rolls RoyceTo represent an ill visual, we select the "gee whiz" factorInterfacing advanced sound links, fully functional hardwarespecializing in features simultaneously opticalVisually connects the console to poetics on ADATCombination of analog equipped with a 3-band dynamic playbackEngineered by Sil SynthProcessing instantaneous controls, spontaneously edits all algorithmsAnd allows the physical antenna to rise like musical steamScan it to analyze the defrost mode on icicle power cordsBy amplified the winning conductor of illogical harmonicsTo scruitinze Sil Synth, the ventriloquistWith a hundred watts of phonics, to skip phonetic fact on format zeroEliminating any excess rigidity, the puzzle solver, mainframe a solutionMaintain spit range reflections at high resolutionsFurther disintergrating defractions guaranteedSerialized 20K printouts lifesizeThen the endless intelligent autopress simulator [?] itselfto walk to the next verse[Keith] Yo, gimme a lil more of that[a kid] Ay, Sil, can I rap?[Keith Korg]I move the mechanical elements while yall, light shermScope elephants, bacterial feedback, watchin Toto sing in t-backsWith fantasies of me hittin tight cracksWhile Tommy laughs[a kid] Keith, Keith Korg, Keith Korg (alright man go ahead)[a kid] Can I rap? (go ahead)[Odd Oberheim]Step back, into, two inches of steelThe only real, that I speak of, on this hereDoubling down no dub, first rhymeOne take Jake to hear Snake that claim on topof the universe with the flag saying I bragKick back and relax, dont lagMight be misconstrued, sometimes make oil like crudeand get slick, Ill split your crewslike a pap smear with a 2x4 stickComing through your galactic, to perspectives not seen beforeInside the membrane when the spectrum, insane explodeswith supernova power coming to you in the showerThe meteorites, splitting your whole world apart as everybody fightsfor the last bit of barbaric food to eatTo relax, pull up my sleeves, and start to rhyme with ease[Keith] Yo we the Analog Brothers kid[Keith] Get out of here white boy, close the door[Keith] Hurry up, securitys coming[Chorus x4: with beatdown in the background][ Analog Technics Lyrics ]

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