Body Count - Pop Bubble lyrics

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Body Count - Pop Bubble lyrics

(feat. Jamey Jasta) I'm fed up with this sh**, man I'm gonna say it, ain't nobody gonna say it, I'm gonna say it Motherf** this sh**, you're all who*es music ain't sayin' sh** no more Read my lips, read my lips you ain't talkin' bout sh** America's losing they cribs Why you braggin' bout the sh** you did? All the sh** that you buy, most of it lies Yeah I know and you know I know The government's tapping the net Why you rappin' bout your car and check? I miss P.E., I miss group's like Rage this pop sh**'s making me physically sick Obama did 8 years 'cuz Why you singing bout bottles and clubs? This sh** don't make no sense Most of your fans can't pay their rent You've been sold a fantasy You're livin' in a bubble full of bullsh** A pop bubble full of bullsh** You've been sold a fantasy You're livin' in a bubble full of bullsh** A pop bubble full of bullsh** You're livin' in a bubble [Jamey Jasta:] You've been sold a fantasy Little do you know the price we pay The sick are regarded children starve Our veterans come out to the real war They're penitent on borrowed time The beggars steal, the media lies Now you've been bought and f**in' sold Feel steel like a temple, body count Music is coming a long way Guys have gone from fight the power, to what does Kim Kardashian have on today The f**'s the matter with you? This pop sh**'s driving me f**ing crazy And I'm not talking about the people that started out being popstars, I'm talking about so-called 'hardcore' motherf**ers that'll do anything to get on the radio Eat a dick. Body Count, motherf**er I can't fake it This sh**'s whack I say this to your face, this ain't behind your back You corny motherf**ers, can't look me in the eyes Cause most of you fake and you're living a lie You're living in a lie The cops are still twisted, the laws are still f**ed The rich are still greedy, government's still corrupt You're living in a f**ing lie The news is all gossip People have no hope So what, you're making cash? Your soul is still broke You've been sold a fantasy You're living in a bubble full of bullsh** A pop bubble full of bullsh** You've been sold a fantasy You're living in a bubble full of bullsh** A pop bubble full of bullsh** You're living in a bubble b**h motherf**ers, don't want no fight Ya mothef**in' pants too tight You'll be in for a few, and then you're through, cause pop ain't got no love So what? Your sh**'s in the club You want me to say some names? I'm too seasoned in this game, that only give em pop fame f** bloggers, f** bullsh** hype, Ice is the only one tonight Check my history, ain't sh** changed Still OG, and I'm still insane Turn that f**ing radio off.