Sapient: Boom, so what if I step slow? I live in the gentro ghetto Hipsters come hither with your indie-pop electro metro You think you can't hear guns over your earbud headphones I know it's safer but bangers are still toting their skets though And if they're your neighbours that's bad for escrow Same with sketch folk, out on your corner trying to collect notes But hipsters and fiends share the same dress code But this is little concern, compared to the state of this pitiful world They say that the world is a vampire Whoever said that one first is a bad liar I think the Earth is more like god's personal satire
Chorus (Sapient): Yeah, yeah they want control Yeah, yeah they got control, ooh But don't let 'em in, I know there's no evidence But their mind controls are ever so devillish X2
Onlyone: I toast to the sun rays, this ain't no cup of Earl Grey I'm drunk, hoping to one day raise above the world's ways I see through god's will and his vision All-knowing, I see the reason why we kill for religion The reason imperialism's still killing your children Writing bars just to break the ones that seal you in prison I have an omnipresence Everything could be gone in seconds The cops arrest us 'cause we got connections so we got us detectives Here's an honest question is it population control When contraceptives are not effective they use atomic weapons See we all took a project professions We were promised heaven but got demonic possesions What can I say, the system's busted, it don't work Yeah I pull my own weight, but started hustling O's first You lucky the globe turns, when I speak I muffle my own words 'cause they could crumble the whole Earth
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Iame: Give a pedestrian a pedestal, the puppet's strings Geppettos pull The public thinks it's in control, pump your brakes to let you know Big Brother in high definition, no one stately division Right-wing Christians stay bettered up, Iraq streets we lit 'em up This be the land of the litter bug, home of the unleaded pump Our former president led us into war just to catch Saddam (mission accomplished) But at the end of the day it's just a job description The citizens march armed with their best Wizard of Oz renditions Like all we seek is the heart, courage and brains to spark a serious change Through a series of chain reactions, no lights, camera fiction Fist embedded in the city skyline as we redefine freedom To all we been denied truth, loot the root of the society And everybody's got a price tag, some confuse it with merits And try to conceal the motives most are brutally transparent But at the end of the day if rent is paid The weight's lifted off every poor person's back like their soul had been saved Take that false hope to the grave