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Rap zombie I'm controlled by powers beyond me I go from the drum machine straight to the Digi D To the hard drive to the G5 to the computer screen To the lab through the speakers to the pens and the pads To the science to the math to the vocab Straight to the vocal booth to the mic back to that old rap Through the speaker to the place where your heart and your soul at Drop out the drums rough mix straight to the work dat Take it to the truck where the systems at Make sure the bass hit like a thunder clap Then I double back to the lab fast like I was running laps Back to the Digi D, to an MP3 Through the internet freeway straight to the DJ To the radio constant airplay I gotta keep food on my plate so I'm moving that
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