The God Machines

You have been summoned for a system read out

You can't fight the machines

And do you know why?

Because the machines are God

Adrenaline rush

About to blow

like whoah!

But the block is slow

Now the fiends be wantin mo'

And I got control

Just like I take control

Over my hoes

Gotta hold my throne

While ridin this beat

And I keep on keep on

Going going!

Just like a

Lithium battery

Now I got everybody battling battling

Guns rattling

Spittin faster than missiles

When it whistles

Throw down your pistols

Or end up crippled

You don't wanna catch ripples

That'll tickle your brain a little

Right in the middle

Fuck wit ya head

As I'm makin em swivel

Now your in a pickle

Cuz your bodies brittle

My cells are not sickle

I am artificial

Welcome to Night City!

I'm Omnipotent

I'm rippin shit

I'm gifted with the gift of rippin shit

So keep on talkin shit

Keep on talkin shit

I'm lovin in it

Straight lovin it

I'm keepin it coveted

Undercover

And I'm comin quick

So get on yo shit

And tighten yo grip

Before you get hit