(Jumbled talking)      Whiteys, Niggaz, Blacks, Crackas   Jews, Latinos, Pimps, playas, and hustlers   The Analog Brothers      (Silver Synth)   Wild scannin the technological rhythm laser vibo meter    Connected into the time laps per metric spectrometer   You witness landscapes of lyrics at a helio-optic compression   Rate of written symmetrics for power profits fit shifting   And any tririledium composition recorded today   Silv Synth the rhythm laser, analog brother   We intake on internet systems as if focus right D2 12 equalizer   Per 101 frequency   To surround sound the performance you click to many express   With 16 presets, connect the Mac or PC now plug and play   The electronic interface barrier boogie supplier on a 128 channels   With reliable software, baby   Analog brother, numero uno      Silver Synth, y'all, give it up for Silver Synth   Now exciting my vortex      Mark Moog to your tube      (Mark Moog)   7000 horsepower racing machine erasing your dream   To be the sickest, MC's you fulla politics with a gimmick   Fans, they wanna melate my space lyric, I take your brain to the space limit   Wait a second, I'll be done in one New York minute   You get the middle digit production small figured out in 3 seconds   You never listen MC's be runnin they fuckin mouth I start checkin   The truth is, you useless   Adolescents tryin to run a dull rap cars   They crash and now they shit in my garbage barge   Mark Moog outlaw at large, thought you all stay large   5 dollar sacks to keep my head cloudy   Meet all mainframes, shut down your aimframe with brain waves   CD-Rom strange days make you see me      Thats right Mark, yeah Mark Moog   Give it up for Mark Moog, y'all, give it up give it up   Now exiting the vortex      Ice Oscillator, enter your tube      (Ice-T)   Mister Mister, hellmost, Oscillator   Check your data, calculate your loss the crime boss   The overlord, documented with more flows and tramp hoes   Everyone knows digital blows, watch the flying elbows   And he goes the prime analog brother here to trungate    As I oscillate subtones rooms vibrate, hoes gyrate   Eeries pulsate, analog fate destruct and conduct a new click track   Ya hearda that? Bring that beat back, mattera fact delete the whole track   Where's my fuckin Roland at? 808 destort the kick   Its 6 in the morning, you're on my motherfuckin dick   Analog fan the conspiracy, ya hearda me?   This machine does not read simpty, that beats feed me   Cassette not cd, believe me microphone pultrates, speedy   So far ahead we're behind you, analog brothers, we design you   Need I remind you, techinal eclipse don't look we will blind you      Oh shit that was dope, Oscillator Ice y'all   Give it up for Oscillator Ice y'all c'mon now   Now exiting his vortex      Keith Korg enter your tube      And here he is, man where's Keith?      (Kool Keith)   Keith Korg, mad vocalist, spittin from the key like San Antonio Spurs   George Gervin girls start to wet me, how I'm servin   Through this comic book skit, pissed on   I'm not Jerry Lewis green man, Calvin Murphy, point guard   With shooting range like Kelly Tripucka   My testicles connected to a bazooka   Dangerous criteria, we mess up your whole rectal interior   Stack nature digestive system with a Puerto Rican switchblade   That penetrate afros and braids, green man, the board is foreman   Fuckin call me Norman when I urinate out the window   You're shaufferin the doorman   My penis gets hard, I ejactulate with the products mastered   Tyrants got the seat I can see my soul jerkin off in the swap meet   To a soon album and comin 3-D say I'm cooked out   With a buncha reals, ampex and the graveyard   My dick stay hard, 4000 mega   Hallucinatin gorillas froze and serve em, Vega's ultimate warrior Enok   Walkin up like the lost in space robot      (Rex Roland JX3P)   And I'm Rex Roland