At the tender age of three
I was hooked to a machine
just to keep my mouth from spouting junk
they must have took me for a fool
when they put me in a school
'cause the teacher knew I had the funk
but tonight I'm on the edge --
better shut me in the fridge
'cause 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
they are messing with my heart
and they're messing with my --
ripping me apart!
hyperactive when I was small
hyperactive now I'm grown
hyperactive and the night is young
semaphore out on the floor
messages from outer space
deep heat for the feet
the rhythm of your heartbeat
'cause the music of the street,
it isn't any rapattack
I can reach into your homes
like an itch in your headphones
you can't 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!
hyperactive when I was small
hyperactive now I'm tall
hyperactive as the day is long
hyperactive in my bones
hyperactive in your phones
hyperactive and the night is young
hyperactive when I was small
hyperactive now I'm grown
hyperactive till I'm dead and gone
stand up hyperactivate!
get up hyperactivate!
wise up hyperactivate!
stand up hyperactivate!
Europe hyperactivate!
South Bronx hyperactivate!
London hyperactivate
