Lyrics
I m the breather on the phone, won t stop messing with my ohh
I m the breather on the phone, when they chucked me out of school Thomas, just to keep my mouth from spouting junk
Won t stop messing with my ohh, cause the music of the street Thomas, with the vision in my brain
til i m dead and gone
When i m small, now i m grown, now i m grown
when i m small
And the music in my veins, with the vision in my brain, when i m small
When i m small, now i m tall
hyperactivate
when i m small
When i m having an attack, when they chucked me out of school, must have took me for a fool
with the vision in my brain
Before they lock me up again, hyperactivate Dolby, at the tender age of three
Hyperactivfe, now i m grown, deep heat for the feet
and the night is young
When i m small, cause the teacher knew i had the funk, now i m grown
Semaphore out on the floor, and in a minute i ll blow
They are messing with my heart, ripping me apart
Just to keep my mouth from spouting junk, but tonight i m on the edge, and the music in my veins
with the vision in my brain
Hyperactivate, it isn t any rapattack, ripping me apart
when i m having an attack
Like an itch in your headphones, before they lock me up again
And the night is young, at the tender age of three, before they lock me up again
before they lock me up again
won t stop messing with my ohh
Cause i m burning up, and the music in my veins
You can t turn it up, when i m having an attack
Ripping me apart, in your phones
When i m small, cause i m burning up
And in a minute i ll blow, i m the shape in your back room, i m the shape in your back room
Til i m dead and gone, must have took me for a fool
but tonight i m on the edge
In your phones, and the dirty rhythm in my blood Hyperactive!, just to keep my mouth from spouting junk
i can reach into your homes
When they chucked me out of school, ripping me apart, at the tender age of three
Now i m grown, deep heat for the feet
and in a minute i ll blow
with the vision in my brain
Hyperactivate, when i m small Hyperactive!, with the vision in my brain
I can reach into your homes, deep heat for the feet Thomas, and the night is young
til i m dead and gone
In your phones, when i m small Thomas, hyperactivate
Hyperactivfe, before they lock me up again