• Artist: Sounds of Mass Production
  • Title: Metropolis (Bounte mix)
  • Genre: Electronic - Industrial
  • Mood: Aggressive/Edgy, Dramatic
  • Speed: Fast (130-160)
  • Instruments: Electronic Sounds/Noises, Distorted Guitar (Heavy, Aggressive), Turntable/Scratching, Real Drums/Drum Kit, Percussion, Loops/Samples
  • Track type: Lyric - Full Length
  • Date added: 4/19/2012
  • Lyric themes: Violence, Dealing, Making Threats Trash Talking, Addiction, City Life, Bragging Status
  • Lyrics: Metropolis Metropolis, that's where I'm from It's a little Halo-city with a dose of Gotham Ain't no Superman here just clan warfare Watch your back when you slang your warez In Metropolis, that's where I'm from It's like the nexus or Mega City One Ain't no justice here just corrupted tiers Watch your back when you run your gear Cyber-punk city, errored and gritty Junkies on the creep for their heroin kitty I'm in stereo fitting for the fixer to fix me Humanplayer on the Behringer mixer to mix me And my deck is like flick me flip on and get busy Cortex is like trip me I slip in the entry Crawling through the grid just like a spider Checking all my webs for the data inside I'm on the grind, macros running, avatar stunning New jacks hunting and gunning They want a chance to take me off the market I draw the cannon and spark it so abandon this target Back down or prepare to die Survival of the fittest ain't scared to ride No pity for the dead, broke codes all they left Just a token of remembrance to the fools that slept in the Kind of like the Wild West but rife with vileness Ain't no physics to stress I'm blessed with guileness Crime's a tough racket but those who can hack it Run the Sea-town shores down to Manhattan Firewalls melt up against my torch Nobody move, nobody get scorched So when you're stepping son strap a weapon on Do your best to look threatening Cuz sharks be circulating either feeding or they're hating Contemplating calculating, the next meal to sate 'em Technomancer eat through code like cancer With the grace of a dancer couldn't see us on a pattern enhancer Code blue, the sector's locked, I draw down to check these cops I started haul-assin' my Adidas came unfastened You know the rest, decked Drenched in cold sweat as I dwell in a cell In this here capsule hotel on the edge of district 4 Three zettaflops of wetware packed, feels like my dome is cracked Leaking to the cerebellum This metropolis, it wheezes and creaks As I come down from “the patch”, my veins burn and breach Like Nixon the “Tax Collector” My sleeping menace is a corporate-conglomerate, sanctioned I’m running blue 9, getting chased by the Reavers, on a FireFly receiver I’m trolling like a praying mantis The course of empire takes its way This urban sprawl and decay I don’t know if I can take it
  • Keywords: driving, urgent, exciting, aggressive, intense, Guitar
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