Oh
At the tender age of three
I was hooked to a machine
Just to keep my mouth from spouting junk ha
Must have took me for a fool
Cause they took me out of school
Cause the teacher knew I had the bunk
But tonight I'm on the edge
You better shut me in the fridge
Cause I'm burning up
Oh I'm burning up
With the vision in my brain
And the music in my veins
And the dirty rhythm in my blood
They are messing with my heart
And they're messing with my heart
And they're messing with my heart
Once I mess
Oh ripping me apart
Hyperactive when I'm small
Hyperactive now I'm grown
Hyperactive and the night is young
In a minute I'll blow
And they're messing with my heart
So how long have you been having these emotions
Keep on messing with my heart
Hmm please tell me more about you
Oh ripping ripping ripping ripping ripping me apart
Silver ball out on the floor
Messages from outer space
Deep heat for the beat
Rhythm of your heartbeat is the rhythm of the street
It isn't in a rap attack oh
It isn't in a rap attack oh
Rubber rubber rubber
Oh
Oh I can reach into your homes
Like an inch in your headphones
You can turn it up
I'm the shape in your back room
I'm the breather on the phone
And I'm burning up
But there's one thing I must say
Before they lock me up again you'd be safer at the back
When I'm having an attack attack attack attack
Hyperactive when I'm small
Hyperactive now I'm tall
Hyperactive as the day is long
Hyperactive in my bones
Hyperactive in your bones
Hyperactive and the night is young
Hyperactive when I'm small
Hyperactive now I'm grown
Hyperactive till I'm dead and gone
Hyperactive when I'm small
Hyperactive now I'm tall
Hyperactive as the day is long
Hyperactive in my bones
Hyperactive in your bones
Hyperactive and the night is young
Hyperactive when I'm small
Hyperactive now I'm grown
Hyperactive till I'm dead and gone