Lyrics by Invincible Music's not a mirror to reflect reality Its a hammer With which we shape it* HOOK: To all my crate diggers We the shape shifters The fire flame spitters We the shape shifters To all the freight bombers Break jitters Mic stage rippers Tell em get they weight bigger We the shape shifters Man I hate hate but I hate bigots Especially the ones who make eight digits His maid underpaid And while she's making his steak dinner Unaware of her tears He wonders why the taste bitter Caught the itis heavy eyelids Sleep too deep to wake him In his dream state cleans plates And his feet are aching Leans weight side to side Chemicals make his hands peel Realize he's seein thru her eyes But he cant feel Pillow only brillo pads Wishin he was middle cla** at least Cooks a feast pours a drink But can't sip the gla** Mental telepathy Possess him with her recipe To make him feel some empathy Hears her thinking "set us free" Back in his own bed sunlight is spilled Between the window blinds He then decides to write his will Their lives are intertwined Him and this young lady Give away his whole fortune Did a 180 HOOK A great plague spread/ crept into the space age Transmitting hate rape climate change My brigade with senses sharper than laser rays Equipped with 88 keys, a 808 ba** To save the whole h*mo sapien race 21 hours 180 minutes shorter than 8 days To prepare for the events about to take place Invading with a treatment and aimin at point blank range Injected by a form undetected to the forces Who are hoarding resources to make a quarter We gain our supporters going door to door ta Reconnect the cord from the brain to the aorta Stop nothing short of Everyone understanding That all the power's within em to counteract this United never defeated Long as the fight is strategic Self-reliance and sound as the tactic HOOK Take a deep breath only one week left Oxygen levels lowering with each step Business tycoons sending typhoons Seems the mic's doomed Now we're only down to five moons Schools closing Breakin in to pop the lock Cops mace babies–Krylon their eye sockets slots Getaway high speed chase youth lead the way Round up the dj's only down to three days And survival hinges on the motto that the knowledge is within us Make the cynical wake up Change their chemical make up The plagues energy fading to a vague memory The last is the fastest day Transform like Muhammad Ali did from Ca**ius Clay Time travel to the next art form we adapt to They'll sample this resistance time capsule HOOK *adapted from the famous Bertolt Brecht quote