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[Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle] I've had the same phone number for a decade And various phone models strapped next to my left leg My first power-up was a flip phone And I could feel the power moving up through my hip bone Yeah, I got a lady and I dance with her I'm happy to see her, but what she feels is my transmitter My antenna span's killin' I'm all full of data like a Spiderman villain I'm part flesh and part energy The last text I sent you was from the heart literally Taking flights it gets really really deep I put myself on airplane mode and go to sleep Between my cell phone, router, computer and solar radiation My body's full of information [Hook: Open Mike Eagle] YEEEEEAH (I HAVE THE POWERRRR) My body's full of information! [Verse 2: Open Mike Eagle] And I don't need a lawyer Every time I make a call I get a centimeter taller Yeah, I'm in the skies like the white god Motherfuck your Spotify, my mind is an iPod Both of my feets is iPads really And this hand here's an iPad Mini And this other hand is an old Wired magazine When I pass gas it sounds like a fax machine I be thinking of secret shit then deleting it My mind's on the internet, if I speak it I'm tweeting it A lawsuit, some people want to start one But I got super powers so I'm like no harm done I'm a thousand feet tall, I don't need no litigation My body's full of information [Hook: Open Mike Eagle] YEEEEEAH My body's full of information! [Verse 3: Kool A.D.] What's a computer, man? I don't even know what that is I don't even watch TV, what's Catfish? Don't know much about science book, never read the atlas My raps run laps around tracks like Pistorius Wonder how he finna do the new Harlem Shake at the wake Two-eighths figure skate on the lake If I fake I'mma jake, if I lie I'mma die I clean up and look fly in a tie If you're lost, I'mma find you Time after time I am the slime, dime after dime Jukebox money dance, dumbbob funnypants Run god, dunny got a gun in the underpants Hit the red grass, do the thunder dance Take a peek under that, run tell shunder that Somebody run me down the basic premise of Thundercats It seems somehow relevant to the conversation Kid's so high, he didn't know how to play the Playstation Live life on a day to day basis It pays to stay amazingly vaporless Gaze into the ways I stay yapered, ya bish, ya bish, ya bish
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