Prime Time - Promoe

«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/

Massmedia 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/

Massmedia don’t wanna deal with the real issues/

They want you to think, life is about chasing the riches/

But that materialistic shit will fade away/

Don’t get caught up in the modern day slavery trade/

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, killing 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/