Cyberkill
Cyberkill
More fear than the Y2k bug, got slugs for thugs
Those who don't believe their grave's been dug
Fuck rap, so high-tech I come through yo phone jack
To attack and molest the track, 'cause I got the habit
Infectin' your system, your program won't run
I'm fuckin up your chip, taking over your modem
Deleting your files, your memories been erased
And the wicked shit you write leaves a bitter taste in your mouth
Screen's blacking out, your monitor won't show
Systems overload, your head's about to blow
Even the score when you believe in the flow
And once you click the icon, I'ma take you beyond
Cyberkill!
Cyberkill!
All up in your face controllin' your cyberspace
The way I see the hard drive, crash the inner-face
Never replace the one that'll win the race
And I never smoke on a blunt that you finna lace
My technology be to futuristic for you to see
To do this, we glide through the galaxy
Galactic tactics cause classic ass kicks
Watch out for the venom I spit, it's straight acid
Disconnect your internet, lets bet
Electric shock you like your TV set when it's wet
The only thing these motherfucking niggas respect
Is the fire jumpin' all up out the hoes of the tech
And it's cyberkill!
Cyberkill
Cyberkill
Cyberkill
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Cyberkill
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Cyberkill
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Who I be?
The Ruger shooter
Virus in your computer
Air wave polluter
Wicket shit distibutor
Buddha saluter
Make you wanna do the shit that I did
From here to Bermuda
Bitches always runnin up talkin bout you the
Nigga ahead of time and space, underground ruler
Columbine, trench coat mafia schooler
Fresher than a frozen freon out the cooler
What's up wootay, wanna walk you a ruler?
I keep the bandoola on my face with tha tooler
I never sniff the snow, 'cause i aint no fooler
And if you black, actin Italian, you zamoolia
Cyberkill
C-c-c-Cyberkill
Cyberkill
Cyberkill
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