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"And we fight for you know we are right. We must strike at the lies that'll spread like disease to our minds." It's mind control, they stolen my mind [Verse 1: Slaine] I used to have the mind of a revolutionary now it's dead Cause the Devil got these images that's dancing in my head If I don't take these pills then I can't get out of bed And I gotta pay the bills so I gotta take my meds That's what the voice says, it was never there before It was another voice that's telling me you're a father, you're a husband The argument is hard to win, it leads to more discussion Every other thought is rushing like it's fucking water busting I've been sleeping with the TV cause I left it on Pass out from the Xani bars licking chicken szechuan Broken fingers figure shit I think it must've kept em gone Otherwise I'm like a ticking effin bomb weapon drawn Pace around the floor freaking every creak I'm stepping on Thought I heard the cops coming no I must've guessed it wrong Flip the stations all around, nothing but deception on I don't know what's real or not, hear I'm planning methadone [Verse 2: Trademarc] Look I've never been mistaken for the social type Overnight mix and match meds and get the potion right Name it I take it I took it I baked it cooked it and ate it Letras de cancionesLike God made it till I'm crooked Psycho pharmaceuticals rebooted my brain My death is stained by whatever's fun, the proof in my veins So when I took it I stare at my reflection like it's throwing threats in my direction Now I look at life and cope like any addict Might be an addict by candlelight Every shade drawn, every day's dawn good and gone as I write You can bet it's like street corner hustling FDA muscle in funnelling cash into new epidemics They usher in mass produced pain Paranoia that they mask with their lawyers and brass Next stop poisonous gas, chill the citizen's strain Chain smoke stacks burn us to ash [Chorus x2: samples] {We living in them days of the manmade ways They brainwashing us, it's America's plan I'm about to rebel, we all slaves in the system We're dying over money and relying on religion} [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, I used to have the mind of a revolutionary but it's gone I'm dishevelled, I'm a rebel, I'm a devil with a bomb As I settle every motherfucking ghetto has a song Put the metal to my temple when I wrestle with Saddam Yeah you see the mind control divide your soul I rhymed it though in '94 but no Y'all ain't listened to anything I was telling y'all About the biochip inside you and impending war I run over you fucking devils like I'm Mendenhall Overseas they dying young, they sending y'all The cash system is dead, y'all just pretend to ball Glocks and clips, apocalypse repent or fall Do y'all believe in the birth of a nation? I call it control, they call it coercive persuasion Yeah all of them serpents of Satan I'm a build a bomb shelter, only let the persons of faith in From Letras Mania