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Prime Time
'Prisoner code THX 1138 I'm a break the chains and lidigate Bill Gates and Ricky Lake type intruders of your private life It's like they got a million private eyes in the public eye Then they publicize double lies in a love disguise Wolf in a sheep clothing, I just love these guys talking about freedom of speech, freedom of the word It's a well known fact you need cash to make your self heard with topics like this they don't literally stop me but I'd be happy to sell 20 000 copies That don't make no revolution, so what am I to do then? Rather die looting, then get my message diluted Dilemma, either you say nothing to a lot of people or you try and kick some sense to a minority of equals who already know what you know and don't need to be schooled while 85% of the population keeps getting fooled
Chorus (x2): Massmedia misleading ya all them press idiots gets greedier chasing headlines and deadlines, the truth left behind It's primetime and the blind lead the blind
They tried to drug me with TV, deceive and mislead me but on the low though, I don't keep what they feed me Believe me, I throw it up like a bulimic Don't tell noone though or they'll put me in a clinic for brainwashing, they wanna stop my guys With money and lies, they got the truth monopolized Manipulate and pollute the mind states Generations are mind-raped My voice echoed off the Walls of Jericho and Berlin in the old days Listen close and hear it now in your own hallways It's your baby brother quoting me he got all tapes Some youths of today want substance, not All Saints 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Massmedia don't wanna deal with the real issues They want you to think, life is about chasing the riches But that materialistic shit will fade away Don't get caught up in the modern day slavery trade
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The unemployed no longer want to be used Modern day slavery, computer rules In the school system, of miseducation The entertainment business of indoctrination Capitalist intrests, run the press and information Highway to hell approaching, the end-station At a faster pace than, Formula 1 racing Blaming the problems of society, on immigration when Sweden make guns, export it to poor nations Causing wars and starvations, killing africans and asians Calling it 'foreign relations' and it's all annihilation Yo, you force them to leave their homeland for an unknown land then look upon them as more barbaric than Conan They ask you for work, and you say 'no man, you can't be trusted' They walk down your street and get busted By your so-called justice designed to chain minds to put you in the lead, and the others behind Well I will never trod your road again, never vote again cus you will use them as a scape goat again I'll raid your radio-show again, like once P.E run up in your office screaming and raving play me! I got the hottest beats out there courtesy of Embee and rhymes with the message to set your mindstate free
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