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    Analog Brothers

    2005

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    (feat. Odd Oberhiem)
    [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
    Theyve 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 Wendys drivethrough, orderin spicy chicken
    With Christmas bags with easy pickings, with Captain Kirk shirts
    Watchin MCs move like robots with platinum jewels on
    and tight mini-skirts, Xerox copy duplicate man X
    Lets 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 Im 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 youre weirder than a Doctor Who marathon
    I tell her to hush, the years 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
    Im talkin whips made out of titanium
    2005 the level of live, no sound tones
    Destroyin death moons, walkin over the Gods of hip-hops large
    Im feelin blessed with the witness to original Amarettos
    Sippin on top of high levels
    Its 2005, the level of live has been raised
    To fit the new waves of death rays
    Comin in waves, its 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......
    [ 2005 Lyrics ]
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