Masterminds - Subliminal lyrics

[Hook] Invisible to your visual eye Critical to your physical signs The principle behind your animal cry What you say is predictable, Why? What you listen to conditions you rhyme after rhyme Pickin up subliminals time after time Programmed musical individuals you are Programmed musical individuals you are Programmed musical individuals you are [Verse 1] Lost in a romance wills and this pain All of our children have now gone insane Getting raised by television Crave the television Commercials gonna make em turn a slave to television They made them televisions Controlled them like a puppet Kids just watching ?scenes? instead of Muppets Little girls is gonna grow to be strumpets Young dudes will sell d** Throw a bandana on and play wannabe thug Now ain't it bugged out the old sh** Is back as the new sh** Turns into a new hit And then it gets old quick Recycled ways in these recycled days On your radio station where some psycho plays just: The same 40 songs from The same 10 artists on The same 5 labels Slinging lies and fables And your money gets stuck to the gum under the table It's the same bullsh** be it magazine or cable so This year we declare war on rap radio Shut down the system Free your mind from the prison Got you sittin there pa**ified Oh sh**, another rapper died Emcees don't know whether to laugh or cry What are you standing for? What are you here for? Just another worker and Caught up in the circumstance And they make the circuits dance Till you crave a**, titties, Mountain Dew and some f**in Gap circus pants [Hook] [Verse 2] Welcome to a world full of love, light, and black That stem from triple dark before they strike the match For addicts spaced out on status Full of these emcees who claim they own mic apparatus Braggin to see who's baddest But what for? Full of war Full of peace Full of panic too much for our planet to manage Mark of the beast Code of the streets Guard your mind, hands and feet Cuz when the chips released, privacy will cease Do you see what I see? Full of hate Full of crime Full of HIV Full of skippy nickels and dimes Full of artificial highs Full of American pie Full of true lies Full of blue skies Full of biggots claimin they color blind Full of private eyes Full of gossip and bribes Full of fall guys Full of hard rocks that get liquified The truth I inscribe on your mind Then I watch that imprint rise From night to day light Ignite mics within range of sight Who am I? Focus on the rhymes tight No need for image spite the fact That most acts just bite the money makin tracks That's they right I choose to take flight Through the mind's eye Enlight myself in darkness to see your bright sparks spit [Hook]