Mmm, tell me about your childhood

At the tender age of three, I was hooked to a machine

Just to keep my mouth from spouting junk

Must have took me for a fool, 'cause they chucked me out of school

'Cause the teacher knew I had the funk

But tonight I'm on the edge, fellas shut me in the fridge

Because I'm burning up, 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

Won't stop messing with my, uh, 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

Please, tell me more about your master

(Ah) Ripping, ripping, ripping, ripping, ripping me apart

Semaphore, I'm 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 rap attack, it isn't any rap attack

I can reach into your homes like an itch 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

But 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 phones

Hyperactive and the night is young

Hyperactive when I'm small, hyperactive, now I'm grown

Hyperactive till I'm dead and gone

Stand up, hyperactivate

Get up, hyperactivate

Wise up, hyperactivate

Hyperactivate

Hyperactive when I'm 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'm small, hyperactive, now I'm grown