Promoe - Prime Time lyrics

"Prisoner code THX 1138/ I'm a break the chains and lidigate Bill Gates/ and Ricky Lake type intruders of your private life/ It's like they got a million private eyes in the public eye/ Then they publicize double lies in a love disguise/ Wolf in a sheep clothing, I just love these guys/ talking about freedom of speech, freedom of the word/ It's a well known fact you need cash to make your self heard/ with topics like this they don't literally stop me/ but I'd be happy to sell 20 000 copies/ That don't make no revolution, so what am I to do then?/ Rather die looting, then get my message diluted/ Dilemma, either you say nothing to a lot of people/ or you try and kick some sense to a minority of equals/ who already know what you know and don't need to be schooled/ while 85% of the population keeps getting fooled/ Chorus (x2): Ma**media misleading ya/ all them press idiots gets greedier/ chasing headlines and deadlines, the truth left behind/ It's primetime and the blind lead the blind/ They tried to drug me with TV, deceive and mislead me/ but on the low though, I don't keep what they feed me/ Believe me, I throw it up like a bulimic/ Don't tell noone though or they'll put me in a clinic/ for brainwashing, they wanna stop my guys/ With money and lies, they got the truth monopolized/ Manipulate and pollute the mind states/ Generations are mind-raped/ My voice echoed off the Walls of Jericho and Berlin in the old days/ Listen close and hear it now in your own hallways/ It's your baby brother quoting me he got all tapes/ Some youths of today want substance, not All Saints/ Ma**media don't wanna deal with the real issues/ They want you to think, life is about chasing the riches/ But that materialistic sh** will fade away/ Don't get caught up in the modern day slavery trade/ Chorus The unemployed no longer want to be used/ Modern day slavery, computer rules/ In the school system, of miseducation/ The entertainment business of indoctrination/ Capitalist intrests, run the press and information/ Highway to hell approaching, the end-station/ At a faster pace than, Formula 1 racing/ Blaming the problems of society, on immigration/ when Sweden make guns, export it to poor nations/ Causing wars and starvations, k**ing africans and asians/ Calling it "foreign relations" and it's all annihilation/ Yo, you force them to leave their homeland for an unknown land/ then look upon them as more barbaric than Conan/ They ask you for work, and you say 'no man, you can't be trusted'/ They walk down your street and get busted/ By your so-called justice designed to chain minds/ to put you in the lead, and the others behind/ Well I will never trod your road again, never vote again/ cus you will use them as a scape goat again/ I'll raid your radio-show again, like once P.E/ run up in your office screaming and raving play me!/ I got the hottest beats out there courtesy of Embee/ and rhymes with the message to set your mindstate free/ Chorus "