In order of Appearance: West Coast Sloth (featured on Soundclick), Boweezie, Dr. Murderdeath, & T-Maz. More Sci-Fi hip hop... FOR THE FUTURE.
Hella Beats for Electronic Freaks.. Boweezie of the Universal Gs -- Fa'sho
What it is y,all... Boweezie of the Universal Gs startin to branch this out. Bay Area Love, and elsewhere. SLO Town's Down...
Story behind the song
After my 22nd birthday, we got high one afternoon and started making a random beat... It eventually evolved into the invasion of the earth by Robots, Cyborgs & Aliens... Never fear however... Corporate America comes to the rescue.
Lyrics
West Coast Sloth:
3 AM, It was then, I crashed to earth
My ship was burnt, I wasn't hurt because I have no use for nerves,
My head is filled with circuits on the surface I look perfect
But inside I'm made of wires, plucked by platinum pliers
I represent the robot nation, carry on for the salvation
Of machines that dream of being in control of the whole Sol-
Our System of transistors Burns your human flesh to blisters
Faces made of plastic, the stasis and the static
Is what keeps you in your places, Our ship's on automatic
From planet to planet don't even try to understand it
Just obey our cyborg way or we'll lay you in the grave of space
We're the race that has come to make you slaves
Boweezie:
I'm casual for a half-man-robot,
plug the jack for my rap that so hot
Adamantium bones stay so cold,
time portals and immortal tones
Non-organic from a distant planet
my metal was ore mined out of granite
Automatic, Digital Precision
Powered by the sun with particle collision
You be missin' the point, just pass the joint
My fleets got beat and I'm takin' point
Cold steel feet, tracin' craters
got a light saber fight the great lord Vader
Cut and cauterize, red light eyes
Stench of humans what I despise
Mechanical animals construct the matrix
Our empire's built by the name and faceless
Dr. Murderdeath:
I'm drippin' acid from my teeth,
I attack with talons I unsheath
14 eyes in the back of my head
3 types of vision to see ya dead
Tearin' flesh like it's paper,
Eatin' it too, i'm the life taker
Robots ain't got shit on my
millions of babies they can't see
Nothin' can stand in our path...
Noth-Noth-Nothin' can stand in our path
T-Maz:
Ahoy there bots it's me,
Corporate America I be
I have widgets for digits
now pay my god damn fee
Without me you wouldn't be shit,
my Tech made you legit
Now mute that speaker, Tune those mics
With my fair trade your signal spikes
Third world planets will bow
to the S & P and Dow
And you bugs won't have a plan
when we raid your planet with the orkin man
Got dollar signs for eyes
Warm blooded, my disguise
I'll build the guns with outsourced funds
so schedule your demise
