歌词
How do you expect me to sleep at night
Knowing my people ain't eating right?
Give me a mic, I'll strike with heat like a meteorite
Fuck the media hype, scribes sniping the media mind
Megatron clocking autobots with the eagle eye
They got you covered, eye colour to your sneaker size
Revolutionaries demonised, Mother Earth colonised
Stolen culture commodified
Modified genes, each regime modernised
Maximum terror, fear and efficiency
Military missionaries, new age crusade
Faith for your misery
Mind's in the grind, no time to meditate
On the mysteries of life, can't motivate
Drive trapped in the traffic jam
Bare-knuckle boxing, brand new caravan
I'm caterwauling like Marguerita Prakatan
Til Sola Fam go platinum in Pakistan
And stack collateral, watch the country bumpkin
Smash the capital, smack the sabbatical
Batter the biblical, smooth I move as a criminal do
Beating me will take a miracle dude
I'm screw-faced in the middiest mood
Make you eat your greens
You ain't leaving til you finish your food
My outlook's like a villainous view of the near future
Beer goggles, bottle of brew and a punky brewster
Puffing, taking your title, no discussion
Two shades darker, Mr Parker on percussion
I'm going global so folk are all approaching me locally
Hoping that I grab the mic, I'm like okily-dokily
Straight Ned Flanders, blaze trees and leave dead branches
I see red, think left, my mindset's Marxist
Overstand and we'll get past this
More talk and less carnage, calm and peace
The future's bright, the future's the mark of the beast
And the devil with a smile is easily the hardest to beat, yo
I'm here carving my niche
So I stand out from the damn crowd at the freak show
Fire wifey and breeze
The system want me on my knees at ninety degrees
Picture that? Hell no
I'm jet propelled by elbow grease and these squeaky shelltoes
Signing on until the twelve blows
And if it don't, then it's back to the telephone
Selling dope, welcome to the Terrordome
This is where we live
Street kids looking for a god to make peace with
Modern day beatniks, beat digger jazz cats
Bag wax, barren lands, bad man, Mad Max
Beyond the Thunderdome, dope with the microphone
Dynamo charged up, spark up the hydropo
Blow out the ital smoke, choke on the solar flare
Blue foot soldier stare colder than a polar bear
