Текст (слова) песни: Analog Brothers - 2005

 
[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......
 

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