Yo, remember when our biggest fear was Y2K?

'Cause we were ignorant, blind, and we liked it that way

Overseas conflicts share air time on 60 Minutes

With corporate sponsorships and celebrity who-did-it?

Y'all better flip on the BBC

If you wanna see some reality on TV

Real survivors make hip-hop music with no money

And there's nothing really real about The Real World, trust me

See, our government subsidizes corn and cattle

Makes corn syrup cheap so you know what cows eat

That's why fruits and vegetables cost big bucks and candy's cheap

That's why our teeth rot and kids are obese

Smoke pot and go to jail but feel free to die of heart disease

Bad for you but it's good for the economy

My name is Off Top, producer slash emcee

I'm not anti-government, just anti-lobotomy



I see too much man, I'm desensitized

These eyes roll back in my head 'cause blank stares are the norm

(All I wanna do is write, record, and perform)



Baby's girl's breakdown

She's only nineteen

She's a sophomore in college with a freshman's perspective of what it all means

She makes mountains out of molehills

And the moles are living high on the hog like kings

She knows her daddy wanted a boy

But he'd settle for a beauty queen

She fits neither category

Accepts presents and jewelry as payment for negligence

Invests her emotion in the junk bonds of bling

I want a girl with no gag reflex

Who's allergic to latex and addicted to sex

Nah, I'm kiddin' man

I really need sweet angel

Who's strong enough to pick me up when I fail

But I doubt I'm gonna find one, walking through Hell

Where everybody that you meet wears a mask or a veil

And now she sees it for herself in high-def 3D

Y'all get the picture crystal-clear but you still can't see

She's crying, bleeding, dying, and pleading

With God for an answer she already got from him

All these possessions and clothing don't mean so much all of the sudden

And she can't cope with it

Drowning in the madness pointed out by her therapist

She didn't know she had until she skipped her first appointment

And double-dosed her medicine

Which led to triple vision of a foreshadowing

Of a tragic early ending



I see too much man, I'm desensitized

These eyes roll back in my head 'cause blank stares are the norm

(All I wanna do is write, record, and perform)



I had my memory erased on purpose

See I no longer remember my birthday

So I only get older one day at a time

And when people ask me "What's your sign?"

I say "Stop"

And end the conversation and answer the question simultaneously

Gone are the day when my horoscope tells me how to behave

Hence my name

Which is amazingly unimportant

Unless you miss the number that's been assigned to it

And that's some Matthew 24:43 shit for you Bible heads

Who like prophecy but fail to see the signs that you're supposed to see

I see phone polls and off ramps with heart-shaped wreaths

I see the human population growing exponentially

I see the highest point in Gloucester County is a trash heap

I see the same motherfuckers who never learn trying to teach

It's been said by too many emcees that there's too many emcees

I've seen the scene man, and I disagree

When you try to crush dreams you put the game in a drought

Plus the larger the crowd is, the more I stand out

Uncle Tom, Major Tom

Tomahawk missile bombs

Dying fast, lasting long

It's another Vietnam

Lock and load those machine guns, we're gonna need 'em all

I'll admit, I'm confused

Never should have watched the news

Now my views are skewed towards the rubber bias of the crew

And every song I write for you is subject to review

By a paid-off puppet on a string of a label that I'm not on

How you gonna sign me then re-write my songs?



I see too much man, I'm desensitized

These eyes roll back in my head 'cause blank stares are the norm

(All I wanna do is write, record, and perform)