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GEEK TIMË - 2093 intro Lyrics[Announcer intro]

[Female announcer]
Lyfestyle security solutions
Do you ever feel alone?
Feel like if you disappeared, no one would notice?
Well thankfully, it's time for a change
Welcome to 2093
Where Lyfestyle Corporation's state-of-the-art surveillance is your friend
That's right! No more worrying about vandalism or theft
We respond to any sign of crime immediately
Someone you love gone missing? Forget it
We track every footstep they make year-round
Perhaps you're wondering if your employees are working while you're away?
Our most advanced Lyfe cams are on every wall at your workplace
As well as our military-grade probing technology, so no one will ever know they're being watched

[Male announcer]
Re-Lyfe, a division of Lyfestyle Corporation
It's often said that tomorrow is never promised- but now, it is!
With our new and improved Re-Lyfe programme, you never have to worry about life expectancy again
We say it's time to move on from life's normal dull course and say hello to everlasting mortality

Lyfestyle Robotics
Are you really content with the body you were given?
Of course not!
Lyfestyle Robotics provides only the best robotic body augmentation in 2093
With the installation of our Lyfestyle neurotransmitter control panel, we can have you running faster
Jumping higher
Living better

[Second male announcer]
He hears you
He knows what you want
Your patience and loyalty shall be rewarded
As our CEO is preparing you for a new chapter
We remind you that the clock is ticking
The time is approaching
The beginning of 2093

[Chorus] [Yeat]
You ain't compared to us (Now what I said?)
You get bread, or what?
Worst off, yeah, we wanna see you worst off (Yeah)
Are you mad? (Yes) Are you glad? (Yes)
Know your diamonds off, diamonds off (Yes)
I see dead people in my head (Dead)
You ain't inside, we get ya trucked (Loo-ha-ha-ha)
You ain't on our side, we get you flocked, uh
Purse's name Chanel, punch mag Draco (Yeah-yeah)
Trunk full of hunnids (Woo-woo), and some drugs, and some coke snow (Yeah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah (Woo), we could call the priest (Chop)
Who you gon' call? (Ha) Who you gon' call? Police, huh? (Yeah, how the—)
Why the fuck you fall? Hit ya arteries (Woo, woo)
How I stand tall? 'Cause I'm ballin', bitch (Woo, woo, woo)
How I fly high? 'Cause I'm ballin', bitch (Ball)
How the fuck you die? Turn you into swiss (Woo)
Frog eye, bitch (Wha'?), open wide, bitch (Uh)
Know you gon' fall off, you been compromised, bitch
Seen, seen ya' flyin' off so far
Moon, compromise, I ain't makin' room (Eh)
No, you can't see in, it's all got tint
I don't hit the five, I hit the ten (Woo)
We stay out Four Seasons, fuck the Wynn, yeah
Three little piggies, we comin' in, uh
You hand us scissors, we cut you thin, yeah (Phew)
It's back to back geek mode, on time again (I'm geeked)
You ain't compared to us (Uh)
You get bread, or what?

[Chorus] [Yeat]
You ain't compared to us (Now what I said?)
You get bread, or what?
Worst off, yeah, we wanna see you worst off (Yeah)
Are you mad? (Yes) Are you glad? (Yes)
Know your diamonds off, diamonds off (Yes)
I see dead people in my head (Dead)
You ain't inside, we get ya trucked (Loo-ha-ha-ha)
You ain't on our side, we get you flocked, uh
Purse's name Chanel, punch mag Draco (Yeah-yeah)
Trunk full of hunnids (Woo-woo), and some drugs, and some coke snow (Yeah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah (Woo), we could call the priest (Chop)
Who you gon' call? (Ha) Who you gon' call? Police, huh? (Yeah, how the—)
Why the fuck you fall? Hit ya arteries (Woo, woo)
How I stand tall? 'Cause I'm ballin', bitch (Woo, woo, woo)
How I fly high? 'Cause I'm ballin', bitch (Ball)
How the fuck you die? Turn you into swiss (Woo)
Frog eye, bitch (Wha'?), open wide, bitch (Uh)
Know you gon' fall off, you been compromised, bitch
Seen, seen ya' flyin' off so far
Moon, compromise, I ain't makin' room (Eh)
No, you can't see in, it's all got tint
I don't hit the five, I hit the ten (Woo)
We stay out Four Seasons, fuck the Wynn, yeah
Three little piggies, we comin' in, uh (Phew)
You hand us scissors, we cut you thin, yeah
It's back to back geek mode, on time again (I'm geeked)
You ain't compared to us (Uh)
You get bread, or what?

[Instrumental outro]