Verse 1:

ive been diggin into crates, ever since i was livin' in space

before the rat race, before monkies had human traits

i mastered numerology, and big bang theology

performed lobotomies with telekenetic psycology

invented the mic, so i could start blessin it,

chin checkin kids to make my point like an impressionest

many men have tried to shake us,

but i twist mic cords and double helixes

and show them what im made of.

i buckle knees like leg braces, cast a spell of instrumentalists

and all you emcees who hate us, so you can try on

I'll leave you without a shoulder to cry on

from now to infinity let icons be by-gones

i fire bombs, ghostly notes haunt this

i tried threats, but moved on to a promise

i stomp s*** with or without an accomplice

and run the gaunlet with whoever that wants this



Chorus:

High voltage

(the unforgetable sound)

high voltage

(bringin' you up and takin you down)

high voltage

(comin at you from every side)

high voltage

(makin the rhythm and rhyme collide)



Verse 2:

I put a kink in the backbones, with clones and microphones

never satisfy my rhyme jones

sprayin bright day over what you might say

my blood type's krylon technicolor type A

on highways ripe with road rage, cages are winding, cages of tin that bounce

all around

surround sound, devouring the scene subliminal gangrene paintings overall the

same thing.



sing-song karaoke copy bulls***, break bones verbally with sticks and stone

tactics

4th demension, combat convention, write rhymes at ease while the track stands

at attention

ment to put you away, with the pencil pistol, official, 16 lines a rhyme

missle, while you risk it all, i'll pick out all your flaws, sp