High Voltage (B-Side Rarities) Song Lyrics

"You know what I mean?
You could put a label on a life
Put a label on a lifestyle" (sometimes)
"You know, put a label on how you wake up every morning
And go to bed at night" (Hybrid)

I've been digging in the crates
Ever since I was living in space
Before the rat race, before monkeys had human traits
I mastered numerology and big bang theology
Preformed lobotomies with telekinetic psychology

Invented the mic so I could start blessing it
Chin-checking kids to make my point like an impressionist
Many men have tried to shake us
But I twist mic cords to double-helixes
And show them what I'm made of

I buckle knees like leg braces
Cast a spell of instrumentalist on all of you MCs who hate us
So you can try on, leave you without a shoulder to cry on
From now to infinity, let icons be bygones

I fire bombs ghostly notes haunt this
I tried threats but moved on to a promise
I stomp sh- with or without an accomplice
And run the gauntlet with whoever that what this is

High voltage (the unforgettable sound)
High voltage (bringing you up and taking you down)
High voltage (coming at you from every side)
High voltage (making the rhythm and rhyme collide)

I put a kick in the backbones of clones with microphones
Never satisfied my rhymes jones