(You Can't Stop) The Machine

I used to be like T-Pain, buying drinks for girls
Now I'm concerned with a very different world
I used to be like T-Pain, smitten with dancers
Where's the love? Stricken with cancer
I'm a Pisces like Andre Nickatina
Dating Geminis is a split decision
But now I'm in the business of precision
Archers tied up with infinite indecision
You may remember those visions of fairly tendered positions
Of the hypothetical music industry division
Now I have a questionable question
Have you engaged in artist and repertoire sessions?
And if so, I've got a couple ex-cons with prose
They talk a good game and they've got something to say
Autotune loons with digital display
Trend-spotter authors in charge of truth decay

You can't stop the machine, no, you can't stop the machine
You can't stop the machine, you can't stop the machine

Jupiter's diamond oceans, I'm the scarecrow
The sexy machine gave me the millionaire flow
Gave me the voice of an angel, made my hair grow
Got the skin of a snake made outta underwear, bro
High class works of art that's real rare, yo
Backstage pass at the international air show
I let all of my worries and my despair go
Pussin' in the swimming pool and I don't even care though
Bendin' way over, I'm straighter than an arrow
Chillin' like Hercules, livin' like a pharaoh
Quick like a bunny rabbit, fly like a sparrow
Takin' my money to the bank in a wheelbarrow
Brand new tits and my hips are real narrow
Solid gold Camaro, platinum sombrero
Shouts goin' out to Tommy Guerrero
I'm number one and the rest of y'all are zero

You can't stop the machine, no, you can't stop the machine
You can't stop the machine, you can't stop the

So I took your song and crossed my fingers for you
'Cause you don't look much like Whitney Houston
You look more like Whitey Houston
Not that there's anything wrong with that
When this song gets mapped
You'll feel like Columbus, sorry if I sound pompous
But no need for a compass, shaped like a rhombus
It's like 'Three Girl Rhumba', with a dance beat
And that's a slam dunk if you were to ask me
Cold as can be on the Hot 100
They sit you down, spin around for a cash fee
Shit's never finished, it's only abandoned
I made this track for you

You can't stop the machine, no, you can't stop the machine
You can't stop the machine, you can't stop the machine