Selling Lies
(专辑: Matrix Theory II - 2019)
Vocals check play it close to the
chest, ham radio cassette with DJ Ron G
and S&S, bless, Yeah, I'm old school with the
golden rule, Ya' know it, the
crowd mooove when I
told'em move, ugh music is my muse, time to show n
prove, so cool, I'm always in a
anitmedia mood, YouTube! Revenue used to be silly, but now it looks real skinny, ya' hear me?, couldn't rub together two pennies, what's the
matter? they not media friendly, the
lovely Cynthia McKinney so real she had to move out the
city, the
media's become the
enemy of humankind, fool around n
end up like Julian Assange, people get confused between personalized views and paying dues, when ya' pen game is peer reviewed, breaking news, you a
fricking stooge, craft services fake food, media crews read scripts they don't choose who, I've become so tired Of the
blurring lines Take away all control They're just selling lies We live what they conspire We're just wasted lives Make sure you take control Of your mind Content provider, nonetheless wiser, Recycled sources insiders regurgitating their own vomit, There's only ever one constant, They're liars, bone deposits hidden in the
closet High powered lawyers are hired You have the
right to remain quiet... Blackmail with green cash in a
white wallets Blue collars living off grid in a
cottage Where the
media reporters are childish Cellos, keyboards and violins There's no surprises, nobody's smiling, there wilding Soft disclosure, providing a
cushion for hard exposure Snake Eyes told you GI Joe lost to Cobra Randolph Hearst a
Media Mogul Talking to Rupert saying; " I
told you to handle the
scandal like you supposed to " Tell me what you got in mind? Besides fabricated paradigms On second thought I
don't have the
time! No evidence supports what they find, Jedi minds, look'em in the
3rd eye And hypnotise, worldwide, with more lies! And 1
by 1
They beat the
drum Don't fall in line And 1
by 1
They beat the
drum Don't fall in line "Are you talented?... yeah" "Are they interested?... depends what you share" "Are you sensitive?... only when it comes to my career" I
prefer my peace and my quiet, cooler hands prevail put out fires, transition from performer to writer, as an artist I'll never retire, but as a
man I
made a
decision to fade away back to the
islands, in a
small hut, grow my own vegetables horticulture and such, this fricking media is just too much, I'll disappear in yellow submarine below the
ocean like Ed Snowden, then return with after the
planet flip over, I'll rage against the
machine and disappear like Zach, make a
impact, then exit stage right like that The
same ole' media game again, Got to be real careful what you say to them, They kicking dirt on ya' name again, If I
was you I
wouldn't play with' them, They only love you until they don't have to, They only wanna' gain your trust that's how they trap you, 4G 5G doesn't even matter, They'll kill you with your own metadata