[Hook]

Invisible to your visual eye

Critical to your physical signs

The principle behind your animal cry

What you say is predictable, Why?

What you listen to conditions you rhyme after rhyme

Pickin up subliminals time after time

Programmed musical individuals you are

Programmed musical individuals you are

Programmed musical individuals you are



[Verse 1]

Lost in a romance wills and this pain

All of our children have now gone insane

Getting raised by television

Crave the television

Commercials gonna make em turn a slave to television

They made them televisions

Controlled them like a puppet

Kids just watching ?scenes? instead of Muppets

Little girls is gonna grow to be strumpets

Young dudes will sell drugs

Throw a bandana on and play wannabe thug



Now ain't it bugged out the old shit

Is back as the new shit

Turns into a new hit

And then it gets old quick

Recycled ways in these recycled days

On your radio station where some psycho plays just:

The same 40 songs from

The same 10 artists on

The same 5 labels

Slinging lies and fables

And your money gets stuck to the gum under the table

It's the same bullshit be it magazine or cable so



This year we declare war on rap radio

Shut down the system

Free your mind from the prison

Got you sittin there passified

Oh Shit, another rapper died

Emcees don't know whether to laugh or cry

What are you standing for?

What are you here for?

Just another worker and

Caught up in the circumstance

And they make the circuits dance

Till you crave ass, titties, Mountain Dew and some fuckin Gap circus pants



[Hook]



[Verse 2]

Welcome to a world full of love, light, and black

That stem from triple dark before they strike the match

For addicts spaced out on status

Full of these emcees who claim they own mic apparatus

Braggin to see who's baddest

But what for?

Full of war

Full of peace

Full of panic too much for our planet to manage



Mark of the beast

Code of the streets

Guard your mind, hands and feet

Cuz when the chips released, privacy will cease

Do you see what I see?

Full of hate

Full of crime

Full of HIV

Full of skippy nickels and dimes

Full of artificial highs

Full of American pie

Full of true lies

Full of blue skies

Full of biggots claimin they color blind

Full of private eyes

Full of gossip and bribes

Full of fall guys

Full of hard rocks that get liquified



The truth I inscribe on your mind

Then I watch that imprint rise

From night to day light

Ignite mics within range of sight

Who am I?

Focus on the rhymes tight

No need for image spite the fact

That most acts just bite the money makin tracks

That's they right



I choose to take flight

Through the mind's eye

Enlight myself in darkness to see your bright sparks spit



[Hook]