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
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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

Chorus
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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

Chorus
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