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{Verse 1: Seed MC}
It's limbs of things in your fridge and in your cupboard
Its fingers printed in the crops and in the suburbs
Its blood powers up the stereo you bounce to
Big brother got a cover in my lounge room
But I ain't buyin' that, I'm runnin' to water where the
Screams of horror and the trauma, they are bubblin' away
In the pages of our history, they suffocate
Waitin' for some bloody rebel to resuscitate
Who's pounding with two fists on the armour plate
Of a system of which we all participatin'
And I really think the system needs some ventilation
And maybe a few changes in lеgislation
Sometimes I just wanna click and change stations
Somеtimes I just wanna sit and stay sedated
But then it flips, and I'm quick to reclaim it
'Cause if I don't, then for sure I'm done wasted
{Instrumental Break}
{Verse 2: Joelistics}
Gimme something that is real, something I can feel
Something unsullied by money's mass appeal
Something unexplained, something I can't name
Something not manufactured in a store chain
Gimme something that is free, something I don't need
Something inbetween my dreams and cold reality
I got a case of the gimme gimme nows
I got a taste, don't water it down
Gimme something unadulterated, something genuine
Something not defined by if it's yours or if it's mine
Something uncontained, something for the pain
Something for these questions that test my brain
Give me something so rare, something like a prayer
Something that can counteract this feeling of despair
I know this world is a sick and sad sorry sight
I know it's run by rich white religious types
And my head is heavy spinning like the world does
Sick of all my people being doped up on their drugs
World leaders come across like war thugs
They fight a battle; cannon fodder; it's your sons
I speak with the power of four lungs, it's awesome
They make a killing, yo, they're making a fortune
And common sense has been abandoned and issued a handgun
At random, the bullets will fly
I still have a vision that the people will rise
And take back the power and control of their pride
'Cause in these times, what it seems to me
To sit and do nothing, you partake in the crime
When people ask questions that the governments cannot explain
People shouldn't be afraid to force their governments to change
And if injustice is a legislative process, I feel it is my duty to stand up and rage
My duty to complain and not to comply
My duty to defy, it's my human right
'Cause we decide how this world is run
And this life here, it's my only one
{Outro: Bill Hicks}
They don't want the voice of reason spoken, folks, 'cause otherwise we'd be free, and otherwise we wouldn't believe their fuckin' horseshit lies, nor the fucking propaganda machine; the mainstream media and buy their horseshit products that we don't fuckin' need, and become a third world consumer fuckin' plantation, which is what we're becoming...
Fuck them
{Verse 1: Seed MC}
It's limbs of things in your fridge and in your cupboard
Its fingers printed in the crops and in the suburbs
Its blood powers up the stereo you bounce to
Big brother got a cover in my lounge room
But I ain't buyin' that, I'm runnin' to water where the
Screams of horror and the trauma, they are bubblin' away
In the pages of our history, they suffocate
Waitin' for some bloody rebel to resuscitate
Who's pounding with two fists on the armour plate
Of a system of which we all participatin'
And I really think the system needs some ventilation
And maybe a few changes in lеgislation
Sometimes I just wanna click and change stations
Somеtimes I just wanna sit and stay sedated
But then it flips, and I'm quick to reclaim it
'Cause if I don't, then for sure I'm done wasted
{Instrumental Break}
{Verse 2: Joelistics}
Gimme something that is real, something I can feel
Something unsullied by money's mass appeal
Something unexplained, something I can't name
Something not manufactured in a store chain
Gimme something that is free, something I don't need
Something inbetween my dreams and cold reality
I got a case of the gimme gimme nows
I got a taste, don't water it down
Gimme something unadulterated, something genuine
Something not defined by if it's yours or if it's mine
Something uncontained, something for the pain
Something for these questions that test my brain
Give me something so rare, something like a prayer
Something that can counteract this feeling of despair
I know this world is a sick and sad sorry sight
I know it's run by rich white religious types
And my head is heavy spinning like the world does
Sick of all my people being doped up on their drugs
World leaders come across like war thugs
They fight a battle; cannon fodder; it's your sons
I speak with the power of four lungs, it's awesome
They make a killing, yo, they're making a fortune
And common sense has been abandoned and issued a handgun
At random, the bullets will fly
I still have a vision that the people will rise
And take back the power and control of their pride
'Cause in these times, what it seems to me
To sit and do nothing, you partake in the crime
When people ask questions that the governments cannot explain
People shouldn't be afraid to force their governments to change
And if injustice is a legislative process, I feel it is my duty to stand up and rage
My duty to complain and not to comply
My duty to defy, it's my human right
'Cause we decide how this world is run
And this life here, it's my only one
{Outro: Bill Hicks}
They don't want the voice of reason spoken, folks, 'cause otherwise we'd be free, and otherwise we wouldn't believe their fuckin' horseshit lies, nor the fucking propaganda machine; the mainstream media and buy their horseshit products that we don't fuckin' need, and become a third world consumer fuckin' plantation, which is what we're becoming...
Fuck them
