Canibus - Sinflation lyrics

Today, tomorrow, six months, next year
They have always held the keys to your fears
Fast-forward, decades later, blood
Sweat and tears are shed to the creator
But it was all made-up
Generation after generation
Tell me what changes
History keeps repeating it'self for ages

He was driving a Tesla model
S playing loud music he drove into an EMP
Storm and got electrocuted
Trust fund lawyers were recruited
Lawsuit's were instituted
"The electric car killed him" prove it!
Quantum evolution quantum conducive
Quantum revolution rap music
Quantum electrocution
Transformed him into a mutant
Infrared eyesight lucid
Sharpen the picture, fine tune it or lose it
God’s gift, optic oculus rift look
Around your environment
But keep your composure
Now what do you think?
I think it’s all gone to shit
These problems can’t be fixed
I think the only solution is reset
They say comply or die, regroup on your side
Or mine and stop making excuses about why
Keep an eye on the micro
But notice the macro the bottom line is our
Slave masters are assholes
Today, tomorrow, six months, next year
They have always held the keys to your fears
Fast-forward, decades later, blood
Sweat and tears are shed to the creator
But it was all made-up
It ain’t today, tomorrow, six months
Or next year
They enjoy playing off of all our fears
Fast-forward, decades later, blood
Sweat and tears are shed to the creator
We don’t worship no paper

Preach, the higher the peak
The lower we are forced to dig deep
The best outcome is always out of reach
Do you agree to disagree about
Hope? ‘Course you don’t
Believe everything they see
You’ll never see through the smoke
You say you know the ledge
That’s just a theoretical edge
To make the world a better place
You need more than a pledge
Trust no one, even yourself
And this includes the person giving
Receiving or needing some help
But, you sold them your soul and
They stretched out your donut hole
You only know what you were told
Not what you behold
The collapse is simultaneously triggered
Now you know what it feels
Like to be a statistic
Poor sons of bitches ain’t
Allowed to make decisions
We’re middle-class midgets living off
Of Third World figures
They say the economy’s grown
But, if you look there’s more vacant homes
Than homeless people living on the road


You stop getting chances when
You stop taking them
So just follow your orders
Never question who’s making them
"Let us hold hands, let us
Pray with him" excuse me
What’s your name again?
"Okay, we’ll have another round of Jameson
Drink up, rejoice
Let’s pretend we always have a choice
Cause we sure as hell never had a voice"
The day of reckoning
Your last will and testament
Text-messaging emergency services still
Testing pings
Black Swan psychologists could’ve been worse
They could’ve been communists
Objection sustained, McCarthyism, counselor
A complete monopoly
This is proper Hip-Hop verbosity
Show you how it be and how it look to me
They build, destroy, recycle
That’s how they get it done
Vocal percussions, no interruptions
Perfection soundproof coffins
The haunted eavesdrop too often
It’s always me and the Lord when I’m talking
Taking long walks on winter beaches falling
With splinters and blisters and the
Sound of whispering torment
The guillotines are sharpening
Their background music is ominous
Laying there naked dying from insomnia
Hungry ‘cause they’re starving
Us, gun sentries, hall monitors
Droning and daunting
My dear long-armed darlings
We are death marching, ritual, sinister
Barefoot prisoners
Dig a hole so POWs can shit in it
Prisoners during peacetime
Peaceful and primitive
We never could understand
What the fuck is a derivative?
Admit it: we were all deceived
With such relative ease
Only because we dared to dream
They stole control with a single
Act of multiple hacks
They were literal, visceral
Non-physical attacks
City-wide but then the chaos
Metastasized to the countryside
We cried, our Bill of Rights were nullified
So miserable, so sad
I don’t ever think I’ve felt this bad
Feelings are emotions, emotions are scams
Wealth intimidates poor people
More than violence so they hide it
I’ve been on both sides of the fence
The common man changed to behave as a slave
Reading Elliott waves in a daze
On a Forex page
When Braveheart was brought to King’s Court
He was shackled in chains
I heard him say "that was an unwinnable game"