Toki Wright - Market Made Murder lyrics

[Intro] It's all about the money, man More chedder, more cheese[?], more better[?], man [Hook: Sims] Market-made murder ' Martyr my merge I sell a fantastic hell in handbaskets Market commercial merc in a mask person Television tearing up poor baby[?] fresh Market-made murder ' Martyr my merge And I sell a fantastic hell in handbaskets Market commercial merc in a mask person Television tearing up poor baby[?] fresh (Episode one) [Verse 1: Sims] War every time I turn on the television Reborn, then advertised, then beat into submission Still more billboards in the Minneapol so So [?] we choke cause they lower the blows, and there's still nowhere to go And we know, by the burning in our throats By our furniture and clothes, and by the burdens that we cope with In a sermon that we know for certain is nonsense Not God's steps held hostage I wake to daily bomb threats I don't consider that progress Evolution to revolution ' Been losing head And fed illusions ' So instead, my fists are movin' Bob and weave, knocking down monopolies Now how come I cannot believe in [?] and Prada jeans Well I don't, and I won't, so I throw the remote At the hegemony box while you drool and jerk off To celebrity spots ' Who knew it was you That was the empty mascot? Stable, static status The sheer madness ' The fear tactics they practice Keep you pa**ive and mild[?], wrapped[?] inside that clear plastic That home gas mask kit ' That old, half-mast sh** Arose a tack wit ' That cold I've trapped in[?] Close my casket ' Bury me in the worthless Market-made murder while we burn on the surface [Hook: Sims] Market-made murder ' Martyr my merge I sell a fantastic hell in handbaskets Market commercial merc in a mask person Television tearing up poor baby[?] fresh Market-made murder ' Martyr my merge And I sell a fantastic hell in handbaskets Market commercial merc in a mask person Television tearing up poor baby[?] fresh [Interlude 1] Hold on, do you mind me breaking in at this point? Go ahead There's no doubt that the obvious solution is to go for quick profits Alright, but I can't just take your word for it Well, what's the trouble? The trouble is that you're out of touch with this market (Episode two) [Verse 2: Toki Wright] Market made up of murder in turbulent times When the country increases the deficit, what do you find? You start a war in the third world ' Already won I thought the Earth was the third world close to the Sun You see now some have the extinction agenda[?] for sums Well, they'll make you think you're defenseless and working for crumbs But now, who works the fields? The people Who baked the bread? The people The any[?], and then who gets to eat it? The masters of evil, deception Creators of weapons of ma**, ma** destruction Horror, bad things, terror Sometimes the enemy's the man in the-- I can see clearer now ' The rain has gone But some have gone about it all wrong Putting faith in a system corrupted And half-expectations of justice No, you can't trust it Gotta grind the gears through the machine that's busted It's worn ' Gotta do more than just talk and perform Work on what's mine and what's yours and what's ours And here's a message to those who're tall[?] The bigger you are, the harder you fall The bigger you are, the harder you fall [Interlude 2] May I interrupt here? Alright With respect, your report does not cover the market thoroughly I suspect that we're not being fairly represented ' What's your opinion on the matter? The market's changed You've got a point there ' I'm suggesting we commission a market study immediately That's easy enough (Episode three) [Verse 3: Mike Mictlan] It's the making of a man, ma'am, and mammal that manage ' Rammin'[?] Over ma** ' Metro ' Metro pop, the culturalist ma** Anti-Christian ' Crystal clear ' Altered alien activate[?] Active vision in the school[?] ' Episcopalian facts It's its own religion, in fact In the safety, insanely forsaking[?] my atrium tracks But God damned ' I'm a man made of flesh and organics Three-sixty degrees plus five points around my planet Do the math, measure the magnitude of my magnets Circumference of my substance ' Steady soul it goes so[?] stagnant So most nights I'm posted in a zombie and tossing While ghosts swell in my shell and dwell for a haunting Nightmares turn reoccurring ' Journeys burning subconscious Flat line and capsize in a mental motion, all cautious Cause that paranoia preoccupies precaution I grew too far and the ball[?] they tossed is exhausted because Deep inside, there are no monsters Or flying saucers carrying martians into my concerts There's only the loneliness of martyrs Growing a hole in my head, escaping the ceremonial carca** The market made a murder, but murder didn't make the market Let your life shine if you can penetrate through the darkness The target is to keep on surviving inside of apartments Commercialize my worth to fit me inside of their margins [Hook: Sims] Market-made murder ' Martyr my merge I sell a fantastic hell in handbaskets Market commercial merc in a mask person Television tearing up poor baby[?] fresh Market-made murder ' Martyr my merge And I sell a fantastic hell in handbaskets Market commercial merc in a mask person Television tearing up poor baby[?] fresh