Control Panel

Sapient:

Boom, so what if I step slow? I live in the gentro ghetto

hipsters come hither with your indie-pop electro metro

you think you can't hear guns over your earbud headphones

I know it's safer but bangers are still toting their skets though

and if they're your neighbours that's bad for escrow

same with sketch folk, out on your corner trying to collect notes

but hipsters and fiends share the same dress code

But this is little concern, compared to the state of this pitiful world

they say that the world is a vampire

whoever said that one first is a bad liar

I think the Earth is more like god's personal satire

Chorus (Sapient):

Yeah, yeah they want control

Yeah, yeah they got control, ooh

but don't let 'em in, I know there's no evidence

but their mind controls are ever so devillish

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OnlyOne:

I toast to the sun rays, this ain't no cup of Earl Grey

I'm drunk, hoping to one day raise above the world's ways

I see through god's will and his vision

all-knowing, I see the reason why we kill for religion

the reason imperialism's still killing your children

writing bars just to break the ones that seal you in prison

I have an omnipresence

everything could be gone in seconds

the cops arrest us 'cause we got connections so we got us detectives

here's an honest question is it population control

when contraceptives are not effective they use atomic weapons

see we all took a project professions

we were promised heaven but got demonic possesions

what can I say, the system's busted, it don't work

yeah I pull my own weight, but started hustling O's first

you lucky the globe turns, when I speak I muffle my own words

'cause they could crumble the whole Earth

Chorus

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IAME:

Give a pedestrian a pedestal, the puppet's strings Geppettos pull

the public thinks it's in control, pump your brakes to let you know

Big Brother in high definition, no one stately division

right-wing Christians stay bettered up, Iraq streets we lit 'em up

This be the land of the litter bug, home of the unleaded pump

our former president led us into war just to catch Saddam (mission accomplished)

but at the end of the day it's just a job description

the citizens march armed with their best Wizard of Oz renditions

like all we seek is the heart, courage and brains to spark a serious change

through a series of chain reactions, no lights, camera fiction

fist embedded in the city skyline as we redefine freedom

to all we been denied truth, loot the root of the society

and everybody's got a price tag, some confuse it with merits

and try to conceal the motives most are brutally transparent

but at the end of the day if rent is paid

the weight's lifted off every poor person's back like their soul had been saved

take that false hope to the grave

Chorus

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