Novatore the Cyborg - Wage War lyrics

[Verse 1: Novatore] Sell your labor get the dollar, serve the fast food Hustle legitimate don't wanna see the clink Bang the clock like a pervert with a time fetish 6am sugar drinking dishes in the sink Face frozen winter steez hit the corner store Maybe call the coroner and try to book a date My fate was sealed when I found my car was paralyzed Time to call the master let him know I'm coming late Swipe the time card but not the one clenched in the fist I swiped the microchip they planted up inside my wrist Little sh**s got me working while I make them rich I with someone would build a bomb and blow this f**ing place to bits Mind numb sometimes I feel like I'm just doing time No identity, justin building products on the line The more you work the more you hate your life that's what it seems Factory of broken dreams, manufacture dollar signs Cho 2x's Punch the clock 9-5 thats how we get by Wage labor just a new form of slavery We shed tears for the pa**ing of the former years We spin the gears while it k**s us psychologically [Verse 2: Lord Lhus] f** your 9-5 I wanna survive and live my life Not slave inside the system conditioned and think it's right When it's all wrong, backwards, hustlin' for the enemy The streets is within me but the man wanna get rid of me And all my thoughts, a free mind never enslaved But enraged by the masters make me work everyday ??????? but they say it's a debt Taxing your work for a check you don't earn 'til your dead I'm not a sheep i'm a wolf in human skin, ' Til the end of when the revolution starts to begin When the men they got their mind straight and working for a cause Not workin with the law, the corruption is all in all So i'ma keep it real keep it raw You know the deal it's Lhus the only artist who really say how he feel This is real life i'm not a slave, I don't behave I'ma say f** the system 'til the day i'm in my grave.. what? Cho 2x's [Verse 3: Novatore] Went to the bosses house and rang the bell like 50 times I put a package on the side walk and disappeared He left the porch as expected to investigate I slit his throat and took his cranium for souvenir Picked up the body threw it in the trunk of his Bugatti Woulda took the maserati could even find the key Drove to the factory with leather gloves and molotovs Burned that sh** right to the ground, grabbed the burner, called the cops I planned this sh** out so thoroughly like architects Rounded up some wood just before his last supper I made a crucifix and nailed him down like jesus christ Head on a stick played some t-ball with the louie slugger That's the payback motherf**er can you picture this? I took a blade and dug the chip out from my bloody wrist You better save the page that documents this spectacle Cuz sh** will be collectible like pink floyd on picture disc