Yo..this shit might rust quick..you know..we spitting it so good..fucking created Frankenstein

Pheoniix:

A struggle to even mutter a word over automatic mechanics
A complexly assembled rhythm of wistfully clashing metallics
A low key, steady vibration...the generator's hum....
The reliable spin of centrifical lifts...elicit momentums
Circular geared gadgets...crafted from lasting plastics..
Holds groove in two new ways...
.....................................when properly used: fantastic
A fine point to scrape and in place plays embracement...
...of the digested meshing message of a pefect tonal placement
Like a hidden basement of wasteless creative containment
But still consider it limitless...
.........................................endless manifest destination
It plays greatness...and holds weight for the weightless
Enables great brains to escape pain and say shit
Electrodes deny erosion...explode in unknown modes of devotion
Potent serotonin...the chemical benefit of mental motion
But the release exceeds needs of reaching unrealistic dreams
Cuz if we can still release....then we will continue to breathe
So for those who scorn advancement and in turn dub it restless
Realize the connection...
We all are feeling and breathing robots...
.................................................. ......of our own invention

Wise Ways:

Conforming two magnets..
Stick'n together technology from massively advanced planets
& adding two tangents are eqautions to rhythmic mechanics
Codes spoken in latin & spanish..set'n standards that appeal
Intertwining metal reels..into gears mixed with nerves & steel
Creating shit that feels...
...........................touches & tastes, with facial expressions
Robots giving memorable mentions..in this place of inventions
Solid extensions made from wrenches & screws forming truth
...& No proof of a consience..which puts good & evil to use
You take tha consumption of free will..then u get corruption
& Even throw away garbage dump-in's..lets out combustion
Spontanious acts not even worked by twisting gages..paces
Back & forth through tha trenches & seems of manual pages
Revolving back to tha basics..melting molten metal in fusion
Transparantly oozing out tha sides of crucibles..
.............................................Creat ing imperfect illusions
Covered in grease & oil..cuz thats a robots only camoflauge
.....All Configured odds & ins..engeniusly built in a cars garage
Constructed evenly throughout.. pistons & cables for bones
Instead of veins inside..theres traveling wires, plated with crome
Metal threads weaving and sown..making rhymes that do damage
With ceramics combining ya canvas..duplicating
.................................................. these rhythmic mechanics

Yeah muthafuckas..except theres no power button...expect more.....