Canibus - Sinflation lyrics

[Intro:] Today, tomorrow, six months, next year They have always held the keys to your fears Fast-forward, decades later, blood, sweat and tears Are shed to the creator, but it was all made-up Generation after generation, tell me what changes History keeps repeating itself for ages [Verse 1:] He was driving a Tesla model S playing loud music He drove into an EMP storm and got electrocuted Trust fund lawyers were recruited, lawsuits were instituted “The electric car k**ed him”; prove it! Quantum evolution quantum conducive Quantum revolution rap music quantum electrocution Transformed him into a mutant, infrared eyesight lucid Sharpen the picture, fine-tune it or lose it God’s gift, optic oculus rift; look around your environment But keep your composure, now what do you think? I think it’s all gone to sh**; these problems can’t be fixed I think the only solution is reset They say comply or die, regroup on your side Or mine and stop making excuses about why Keep an eye on the micro, but notice the macro The bottom line is our slave masters are a**holes [Hook:] Today, tomorrow, six months, next year They have always held the keys to your fears Fast-forward, decades later, blood, sweat and tears Are shed to the creator, but it was all made-up It ain’t today, tomorrow, six months, or next year They enjoy playing off of all our fears Fast-forward, decades later, blood, sweat and tears Are shed to the creator, we don’t worship no paper [Verse 2:] Preach The higher the peak, the lower we are forced to dig deep The best outcome is always out of reach Do you agree to disagree about hope? ‘Course you don’t Believe everything they see, you’ll never see through the smoke You say you know the ledge, that’s just a theoretical edge To make the world a better place you need more than a pledge Trust no one, even yourself And this includes the person giving, receiving, or needing some help But you sold them your soul, and they stretched out your donut hole You only know what you were told, not what you behold The collapse is simultaneously triggered Now you know what it feels like to be a statistic Poor sons of b**hes ain’t allowed to make decisions We’re middle-cla** midgets living off of Third World figures They say the economy’s grown But if you look there’s more vacant homes than homeless people living on the road [Hook] [Verse 3:] You stop getting chances when you stop taking them So just follow your orders, never question who’s making them “Let us hold hands, let us pray with him”; excuse me, what’s your name again? “Okay, we’ll have another round of Jameson Drink up, rejoice, let’s pretend we always have a choice Cause we sure as hell never had a voice” The day of reckoning, your last will and testament Text-messaging emergency services still testing pings Black Swan psychologists could’ve been worse, they could’ve been communists Objection sustained, McCarthyism, counselor A complete monopoly, this is proper Hip-Hop verbosity Show you how it be and how it look to me They build, destroy, recycle, that’s how they get it done Vocal percussions, no interruptions, perfection Soundproof coffins, the haunted eavesdrop too often It’s always me and the Lord when I’m talking Taking long walks on winter beaches falling With splinters and blisters and the sound of whispering torment The guillotines are sharpening, their background music is ominous Laying there naked dying from insomnia Hungry ‘cause they’re starving us, gun sentries, hall monitors Droning and daunting, my dear long-armed darlings We are d**h-marching, ritual, sinister, barefoot prisoners Dig a hole so POWs can sh** in it Prisoners during peacetime, peaceful and primitive We never could understand, what the f** is a derivative? Admit it: we were all deceived with such relative ease Only because we dared to dream They stole control with a single act of multiple hacks They were literal, visceral, non-physical attacks City-wide but then the chaos metastasized to the countryside We cried, our Bill of Rights were nullified So miserable, so sad, I don’t ever think I’ve felt this bad Feelings are emotions, emotions are scams Wealth intimidates poor people more than violence So they hide it, I’ve been on both sides of the fence The common man changed to behave as a slave Reading alien waves in a daze on a Forex page When Braveheart was brought to King’s Court he was shackled in chains I heard him say “that was an unwinnable game”