Verse 1:
ive been diggin into crates, ever since i was livin' in space
before the rat race, before monkies had human traits
i mastered numerology, and big bang theology
performed lobotomies with telekenetic psycology
invented the mic, so i could start blessin it,
chin checkin kids to make my point like an impressionest
many men have tried to shake us,
but i twist mic cords and double helixes
and show them what im made of.
i buckle knees like leg braces, cast a spell of instrumentalists
and all you emcees who hate us, so you can try on
I'll leave you without a shoulder to cry on
from now to infinity let icons be by-gones
i fire bombs, ghostly notes haunt this
i tried threats, but moved on to a promise
i stomp s*** with or without an accomplice
and run the gaunlet with whoever that wants this

Chorus:
High voltage
(the unforgetable sound)
high voltage
(bringin' you up and takin you down)
high voltage
(comin at you from every side)
high voltage
(makin the rhythm and rhyme collide)

Verse 2:
I put a kink in the backbones, with clones and microphones
never satisfy my rhyme jones
sprayin bright day over what you might say
my blood type's krylon technicolor type A
on highways ripe with road rage, cages are winding, cages of tin that bounce
all around
surround sound, devouring the scene subliminal gangrene paintings overall the
same thing.

sing-song karaoke copy bulls***, break bones verbally with sticks and stone
tactics
4th demension, combat convention, write rhymes at ease while the track stands
at attention
ment to put you away, with the pencil pistol, official, 16 lines a rhyme
missle, while you risk it all, i'll pick out all your flaws, sp