Jansport J - Puppet lyrics

[INTRO] [Verse 1: ECHO] Well hey looka here, it's a puppeteer Pulling strings every four years And the hood's shedding tears, and nobody really cares Except the people there but, they're not really prepared To go, toe to toe with a foe that's aware Of what to do in a crisis like, never get scared There's not a lot of critical thinkers, I swear It's like a puppetmaster pulls strings like "Yeaaaa" "I got them all confused, look at this hand here" "And this real fat rear, so every time you hear" "Hip-hop, you will correlate a fat a** to it" This is not art. This is fast food music I got to laugh stupid, as that may sound There's a lot of ways to program a mind with sound I might be underground, but I over-f**ing-stand Don't you ever put me in your master plan, I'm not a Puppet [Verse 2: ECHO] A web has more than one string to it And I know that life has more than one view to it So I got to see to it, that I stay real fluid Go with the flow, but I'm immune to it I bend a spoon to it, I be living in this Matrix Where the people all believe that celebrities are sacred I'm feeling like I'm naked, emotionally I can see the emperor, and he be laughing at me He be saying "What you're seeing is only seen by you" "You're a little schizophrenic, don't panic. I got you" "Here's a Malibu and Pineapple, weed and coke too" "Get buck, f**ed up until you muthaf**ing puke" I rebuke you, puppeteer, I'm a steer, give me that wheel So I can drive this bus up out of here Jesus christ! Leave me alone gotdamn Don't you ever put me in your master plan, I'm not your Puppet [Verse 3: ECHO] A lot of people in high positions, all around the world Were groomed to be there, since they were little boys and girls And some choose to do their own thing, and I'm sure that's cool Some families put a lot of money, in a few schools Chess pieces are tools, to be used, when you know the rules If you know you're playing, then you can f**ing choose If you want to play or not, but the board is the world And these puppets run around with other ones at the controls It blows when you know, because all you see are strings It's like you're unlocked and see them on everything I sing a song of sixpence, who is the king? Counting money in his counting house, doing their thing? Is it her? Is it him? The presidents don't matter You can take a puppet out, like a gall bladder And f** a tall ladder, if you write the whole show Then you can see the outcome without ever having to grow, at all