James is a member of TranceAddict so you could just send a PM to 'jameszabiela'.

yeah, but he didnt produce the song, so he might be just as much in the dark as us!

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Originally posted by beats and beeps yeah, but he didnt produce the song, so he might be just as much in the dark as us!

i doubt it.. he put it on his cd... and its his job preatty much to know tracks and shit.. give it a try see if he answers

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If he doesn't reply, we should try piecing it together, I know i can make out alot of it, maybe i'll try tomorrow.

Alright, I guess I'll give it a try. I will only post what i'm pretty sure of.

I have no clue about the first few lines, or verses.

Then i hear "I keep my cells"..."electronic information"..."with a flick of a switch you can"..."dj scratch"..."scientist"..."and my broadcast is detected by a"..."cells"..."brain"..."robot, i'm a humanoid, scratchin' records at the speed of an asteroid"..."stratosphere"..."dancefloor"...
And then screetching sounds with
"something something something robot"
"ima humanoid"
over it.

[something] with exceptional style, that's funky funky fresh, and versitile... I keep my cells encapsulated in a data file, with all the electronic information I compile... with the flick of a switch [...something...] the dj scratch... like a scientist I'm watching all the [?] in the scope, and I'm persistant to perfection every sound is dope... [something] I send my satellite and beam into space, and my broadcast is detected by a [meanial?] race... in componsation for my cells [invited?] by my brain, only half the [something] cells inside my head remain...

I'm bad, I'm a robot, I'm a [human? humor?] boy, scratching at the speed of a nasty boy... busting through the stratosphere and breaking down your door, the only thing good enough to be the dance floor

Shit, now I'm pumped up. Time to go mix

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Originally posted by nrjizer [busting up the decks] with exceptional style, that's funky funky fresh, and versitile[i think its versatile, but it sounds more like buzz thats all]... I keep my cells encapsulated in a data file, with all the electronic information I compile... with the flick of a switch [you can hear the hands clap, or maybe its you can give a hand clasm][the duration of them all as] the dj scratch... like a scientist I'm watching all the [it sounds like "knots" but that doesnt make sense] in the scope, and I'm persistant to perfection every sound is dope... [and] I send my satellite and beam into space, and my broadcast is detected by a [meanial?] race... in componsation for my cells [invited?] by my brain, only half the [something] cells inside my head remain... I'm bad, I'm a robot, I'm a [humanoid is what i want it to say at least...] scratching [records] at the speed of a nasty boy[i'd like to think asteroid]... busting through the stratosphere and breaking down your door, the only thing good enough to be the dance floor Shit, now I'm pumped up. Time to go mix

Ok, now i tried to fill in your blanks with the best guesses i could, but i'm sure im wrong on most of them.

This is what I could add, and made it a little more organized:

[busting up the decks]?? with exceptional style, that's funky funky fresh, and versitile

I keep my cells encapsulated in a data file, with all the electronic information I compile...

With the flick of a switch you can hear the hand claps, and the duration of the dial as the djs scratch...

Like a scientist I'm watching all the knobs and the scope, and I'm persistant to perfection every sound is dope...

[I send my satellite]?? and beam into space, and my broadcast is detected by a menial race...

In compensation for my cells invited by my brain, only half the living cells inside my head remain...

I'm bad, I'm robot, I'm a humanoid, scratching records at the speed of an asteroid... busting through the stratosphere and breaking down your door, the only thing good enough to be the dance floor...

Last edited by arecebo on Dec-13-2004 at 03:17

nice...

Its hard to tell but i think that line might be
"like a scientist i'm watching all of the notes through the scope, and I'm persistant to perfection every sound is dope"

My friend says he thinks that the last part is
"busting through the stratosphere and breaking down your door, the only thing burning up would be the dance floor"

I think we got it all pretty much, except for the very first line.

Well I took the intiative and I emailed Will Diplomat and showed him what we have accomplished, he sent me back the full lyrics:

watch me manifest with exceptional style, that's funky funky fresh, and versitile

I keep my cells encapsulated in a data file, with all the electronic information I compile...

With the flick of a switch you can hear the hand claps, and the gyration of the dial as the djs scratch...

Like a scientist I watch it on an oscillascope, and I percist until perfection yeah it's sounding is dope...

I transmit my sound by satellite and beam into space, and my broadcast is detected by an alien race...

In compensation for my sounds they modify my brain, only half the living cells inside my head remain...

Half man, half robot, I'm a humanoid, scratching records at the speed of an asteroid... bursting through the stratosphere and breaking down your door, the only thing burning up will be the dance floor...

not bad 7/10!

The 12" will be out in the new year.

Will Diplomat

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Originally posted by djarecebo Well I took the intiative and I emailed Will Diplomat and showed him what we have accomplished, he sent me back the full lyrics: watch me manifest with exceptional style, that's funky funky fresh, and versitile I keep my cells encapsulated in a data file, with all the electronic information I compile... With the flick of a switch you can hear the hand claps, and the gyration of the dial as the djs scratch... Like a scientist I watch it on an oscillascope, and I percist until perfection yeah it's sounding is dope... I transmit my sound by satellite and beam into space, and my broadcast is detected by an alien race... In compensation for my sounds they modify my brain, only half the living cells inside my head remain... Half man, half robot, I'm a humanoid, scratching records at the speed of an asteroid... bursting through the stratosphere and breaking down your door, the only thing burning up will be the dance floor... not bad 7/10! The 12" will be out in the new year. Will Diplomat

Holy crap!
Nice job man!