| Song | Microhard |
| Artist | Cee Lo Green |
| Album | Cee-Lo Green And His Perfect Imperfections |
| 作曲 : Barnett, Callaway, Harding | |
| Feat. Jahalla, Kirkland Underwater | |
| Shocka locka... | |
| [Cee-Lo] | |
| Shit, behold it is me, it is the epitome of extraterrestrial energy | |
| Experiment and enter the internals of the inner me | |
| The art of gone, and heart of stone, and own's worst enemy | |
| Intellect shapeshifta, God's gift a Soul slippa | |
| Hone in on clones and blow them out of my zone | |
| International Fanatical, the radical tactical movements | |
| Sounds are congruent to it | |
| Work | |
| It is what it ain't to these, infected disease | |
| Thought of automatons deceived, by the deceptions indeed | |
| Who mechanically breed at methodical speeds | |
| Distorting your genes, aborting your dreams | |
| As coarse as it seems | |
| Aiyyo, Work | |
| [Cee-Lo] | |
| I could scream, I can't seem to sleep long enough to dream | |
| It's life on a laser beam | |
| But I fiend for the future at my finger tips | |
| One of the minor technicalities of my head trips | |
| You Better Work | |
| The Barea Soul terror, been told since stories of old | |
| Come on let's go and then I'll show how to beat down a rhyme | |
| And wrestle a tempo | |
| Hold on tight, but still let yourself go | |
| Work | |
| This is what I'm talking about | |
| Should I begin to spit it just like the wind | |
| Show my power take flight and quickly ascend | |
| Like a bird beating my wings to the pulse of nature | |
| Scaring spiritual devils while evoking the maker | |
| Is it wrong for me to curse in the name of right | |
| Is it wrong for me to spit life into this mic | |
| That's all I'm asking baby | |
| How come the new millennium brings fright | |
| Something wicked approaches tonight | |
| Work | |
| It's automatic, static battle star galactic | |
| Microhard | |
| It's the upgraded, complicated, premeditated | |
| Microhard | |
| It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass mechanic | |
| Microhard | |
| It's the psychotic, mean melodic, nod-narcotic | |
| Microhard | |
| (repeat) | |
| What good is a call on the phone if you can't speak | |
| And you find it hard to breathe | |
| Paralyzed by my essence, mere presence I put forth | |
| Inherently legends record all souls of expressions | |
| Evil as evil does, better than good was | |
| A spirit of music that once was, born out of the pool of your love | |
| Baby I'm an agent with a flow that's so contagious | |
| And all and all true patience, my brotha Lo told me makes for perfection | |
| While you feeling bound by this matrix | |
| That's why when it comes to protecting mine | |
| I'm a brother you can call over zealous | |
| And I lust and thrust out my staff and wet | |
| Till the mother****in' rains get jealous | |
| You Gotta Work | |
| It's not coincidental I use my soul for a stencil to outline the rhyme | |
| That connects machine and a mind | |
| Until the end of time the one my kind, the message will now be profoundly | |
| Spoken, rules are meant to be broken, therefore it's my pleasure to mentor | |
| But once learned you must learn you must yearn to discern | |
| The mechanical glitch of artificial intelligence | |
| But the consequence of your ignorance is the reality I now see before me: | |
| "maybe in time we'll see" | |
| Don't Stop, Work | |
| The degree you'll see will 'cause casualty when the codes download | |
| The truth will unfold uphold until the end | |
| 'Cause our destiny will be to win, you're still free to sin within | |
| It's automatic, static battle star galactic | |
| Microhard | |
| It's the upgraded, complicated, premeditated | |
| Microhard | |
| It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass mechanic | |
| Microhard | |
| It's the psychotic, mean melodic, nod-narcotic | |
| Microhard | |
| (repeat) | |
| [Cee-Lo] | |
| I am the melody, the metaphoric prehistoric | |
| The pre-meaning before it, preparing for war shit | |
| Their god's only a graphic, the sky's computer blue | |
| There is a moral malfunction, what will the machine do to you | |
| They maliciously monopolize the mass | |
| Niggas sleep rap and **** they surprise you last | |
| When you sell them your soul they supply you cash | |
| But you can die for all they care, with your expendable ass | |
| Because they know a new nigga, a brand new nigga | |
| Will jump right in them tap shoes even if his feet bigger | |
| Ain't shit sweet nigga, it's deeper than the street nigga | |
| You and I just a virus they gonna delete nigga | |
| Some people say go on and join what you can't beat nigga | |
| I won't take the mark so I can't eat nigga | |
| Holla if I'm talking to ya, (AH!) | |
| I'll walk straight through ya | |
| 'Cause I want the mother****er that did this to ya | |
| Work | |
| It's automatic, static battle star galactic | |
| Microhard | |
| It's the upgraded, complicated, premeditated | |
| Microhard | |
| It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass mechanic | |
| Microhard | |
| It's the psychotic, mean melodic, nod-narcotic | |
| Microhard | |
| (repeat) | |
| Our comrade Cee-Lo is considered by many as a modern day Neo | |
| And opposing forces known as agents will like him dead for what he know | |
| He is The One, at least that's who Morpheus say he is | |
| He can free the mind of a machine and give God to an atheist | |
| But he's a daydreamer, it's all in his head | |
| Still today's music has become the Matrix | |
| And the real rhythm is in the red pill | |
| So I chose it knowing I can never return once I'm gone | |
| And I hope you got this message | |
| I'll be waiting by the phone | |
| It's automatic, static battle star galactic | |
| Microhard | |
| It's the upgraded, complicated, premeditated | |
| Microhard | |
| It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass mechanic | |
| Microhard | |
| It's the psychotic, mean melodic, nod-narcotic | |
| Microhard | |
| (repeat) |
| zuò qǔ : Barnett, Callaway, Harding | |
| Feat. Jahalla, Kirkland Underwater | |
| Shocka locka... | |
| CeeLo | |
| Shit, behold it is me, it is the epitome of extraterrestrial energy | |
| Experiment and enter the internals of the inner me | |
| The art of gone, and heart of stone, and own' s worst enemy | |
| Intellect shapeshifta, God' s gift a Soul slippa | |
| Hone in on clones and blow them out of my zone | |
| International Fanatical, the radical tactical movements | |
| Sounds are congruent to it | |
| Work | |
| It is what it ain' t to these, infected disease | |
| Thought of automatons deceived, by the deceptions indeed | |
| Who mechanically breed at methodical speeds | |
| Distorting your genes, aborting your dreams | |
| As coarse as it seems | |
| Aiyyo, Work | |
| CeeLo | |
| I could scream, I can' t seem to sleep long enough to dream | |
| It' s life on a laser beam | |
| But I fiend for the future at my finger tips | |
| One of the minor technicalities of my head trips | |
| You Better Work | |
| The Barea Soul terror, been told since stories of old | |
| Come on let' s go and then I' ll show how to beat down a rhyme | |
| And wrestle a tempo | |
| Hold on tight, but still let yourself go | |
| Work | |
| This is what I' m talking about | |
| Should I begin to spit it just like the wind | |
| Show my power take flight and quickly ascend | |
| Like a bird beating my wings to the pulse of nature | |
| Scaring spiritual devils while evoking the maker | |
| Is it wrong for me to curse in the name of right | |
| Is it wrong for me to spit life into this mic | |
| That' s all I' m asking baby | |
| How come the new millennium brings fright | |
| Something wicked approaches tonight | |
| Work | |
| It' s automatic, static battle star galactic | |
| Microhard | |
| It' s the upgraded, complicated, premeditated | |
| Microhard | |
| It' s the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass mechanic | |
| Microhard | |
| It' s the psychotic, mean melodic, nodnarcotic | |
| Microhard | |
| repeat | |
| What good is a call on the phone if you can' t speak | |
| And you find it hard to breathe | |
| Paralyzed by my essence, mere presence I put forth | |
| Inherently legends record all souls of expressions | |
| Evil as evil does, better than good was | |
| A spirit of music that once was, born out of the pool of your love | |
| Baby I' m an agent with a flow that' s so contagious | |
| And all and all true patience, my brotha Lo told me makes for perfection | |
| While you feeling bound by this matrix | |
| That' s why when it comes to protecting mine | |
| I' m a brother you can call over zealous | |
| And I lust and thrust out my staff and wet | |
| Till the mother in' rains get jealous | |
| You Gotta Work | |
| It' s not coincidental I use my soul for a stencil to outline the rhyme | |
| That connects machine and a mind | |
| Until the end of time the one my kind, the message will now be profoundly | |
| Spoken, rules are meant to be broken, therefore it' s my pleasure to mentor | |
| But once learned you must learn you must yearn to discern | |
| The mechanical glitch of artificial intelligence | |
| But the consequence of your ignorance is the reality I now see before me: | |
| " maybe in time we' ll see" | |
| Don' t Stop, Work | |
| The degree you' ll see will ' cause casualty when the codes download | |
| The truth will unfold uphold until the end | |
| ' Cause our destiny will be to win, you' re still free to sin within | |
| It' s automatic, static battle star galactic | |
| Microhard | |
| It' s the upgraded, complicated, premeditated | |
| Microhard | |
| It' s the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass mechanic | |
| Microhard | |
| It' s the psychotic, mean melodic, nodnarcotic | |
| Microhard | |
| repeat | |
| CeeLo | |
| I am the melody, the metaphoric prehistoric | |
| The premeaning before it, preparing for war shit | |
| Their god' s only a graphic, the sky' s computer blue | |
| There is a moral malfunction, what will the machine do to you | |
| They maliciously monopolize the mass | |
| Niggas sleep rap and they surprise you last | |
| When you sell them your soul they supply you cash | |
| But you can die for all they care, with your expendable ass | |
| Because they know a new nigga, a brand new nigga | |
| Will jump right in them tap shoes even if his feet bigger | |
| Ain' t shit sweet nigga, it' s deeper than the street nigga | |
| You and I just a virus they gonna delete nigga | |
| Some people say go on and join what you can' t beat nigga | |
| I won' t take the mark so I can' t eat nigga | |
| Holla if I' m talking to ya, AH! | |
| I' ll walk straight through ya | |
| ' Cause I want the mother er that did this to ya | |
| Work | |
| It' s automatic, static battle star galactic | |
| Microhard | |
| It' s the upgraded, complicated, premeditated | |
| Microhard | |
| It' s the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass mechanic | |
| Microhard | |
| It' s the psychotic, mean melodic, nodnarcotic | |
| Microhard | |
| repeat | |
| Our comrade CeeLo is considered by many as a modern day Neo | |
| And opposing forces known as agents will like him dead for what he know | |
| He is The One, at least that' s who Morpheus say he is | |
| He can free the mind of a machine and give God to an atheist | |
| But he' s a daydreamer, it' s all in his head | |
| Still today' s music has become the Matrix | |
| And the real rhythm is in the red pill | |
| So I chose it knowing I can never return once I' m gone | |
| And I hope you got this message | |
| I' ll be waiting by the phone | |
| It' s automatic, static battle star galactic | |
| Microhard | |
| It' s the upgraded, complicated, premeditated | |
| Microhard | |
| It' s the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass mechanic | |
| Microhard | |
| It' s the psychotic, mean melodic, nodnarcotic | |
| Microhard | |
| repeat |