Analog Brother's Intro

[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