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Ghettochip Malfunction (Hell Yes - Remix By 8Bit)
Lyrics
Looking for my place on assembly lines
Fake prizes rising out of the bomb holes
Skeleton boys hyped up in purple
Smoke rings blow from across the disco
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Features Of This Song
IDM influences
electronica roots
disco influences
meter complexity
danceable beats
unsyncopated ensemble rhythms
straight drum beats
vocal samples
ambiguous lyrics
a repetitive chorus
intricate rhythms
a synth bass riff
prominent horns
synth swoops
light synth fx
subtle use of noise effects
trippy soundscapes
prevalent use of groove
a dry recording sound

These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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Fake prizes rising out of the bomb holes
Yes, yes, hi, hi
Fools anointed to the follower's fanfare
Makin' points on the verge of pointless
Duck, don't look now, company missiles
With magic markers running out of their ink
Yes, now I'm moving this way
Songwriters: Beck Hansen, John King, Mike Simpson
I'm doing this thing, please enjoy
Two dimensions, dumb your head down
Perfunctory idols rewriting their bibles
Hell yes
I'm doing this thing, please enjoy
Smoke rings blow from across the disco
Look for the common, not superficial
Hell yes, now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs
Make your dreams out of Papier-mache
Lives and White Out, turn the lights out
Hell yes, now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct
Yeah, that's it, yeah, that's it, yes, yes
Yea, that's it, hi
Publishers: DUST BROTHERS MUSIC, PLASTIC KOSMOS MUSIC, SONY/ATV TUNES LLC, UNIVERSAL MUSIC CORP.
Snap back the track, collapsin' the laugh tracks
Hell yes, now I'm moving this way
Make notes, burn like broken equipment
Code Red Cola? War conformity crisis
Floodgates open to the sound of the rainbow
Noise response, applause and hand claps
Hi, yeah, that's it, let me see
Hell yes, now I'm moving this way
I'm switching my plates, please enjoy
Yea, that's it, let me see
Hell yes, now I'm calling you out
I like your bass, I like your bass
I'm switching my plates, please enjoy
Hell yes, now I'm calling you out
Clinched wasted hate taste tested
Power is raunchy when the cops are watching
Hell yes, now I'm turning it on I'm working my legs
Fax machine anthems, get your damned hands up
Looking for shelter via juxtaposition
Stretched to the limit, attention spared
Hell yes, now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct
Hell yes, now I'm calling you out
Thought control, those written confessions
Hell yes, now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct
I'm doing this thing, please enjoy
Hell yes, now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs
Looking for my place on assembly lines
Skeleton boys hyped up in purple
I'm switching my plates, please enjoy
Your beat is nice, your beat is nice
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