Marty McKay, Canibus - Selling Lies lyrics

Vocals check play it close to the chest, ham
Radio cassette with DJ Ron
G and S&S, bless, yeah
 I’m old school with the
Golden rule, Ya’ know it
The crowd mooove when I told’em move, ugh
Music is my muse, time to show n prove
So cool, i’m always in a anitmedia mood
YouTube! Revenue used to be silly, but now
It looks real skinny, ya’ hear me?, couldn’t
Rub together two pennies, what’s the
Matter? they not media friendly
The lovely Cynthia McKinney so
Real she had to move out the city
The media’s become the enemy of humankind
Fool around
N end up like Julian Assange, people get
Confused between personalized views
And paying dues, when ya’
Pen game is peer reviewed, breaking news, you
A frickin’ stooge, craft services fake food
Media crews read scripts they
Don’t choose who

I’ve become so tired of the blurring lines
Take away all control
They’re just selling lies
We live what they conspire
We’re just wasted lives
Make sure you take control of your mind
Content provider, nonetheless wiser
Recycled sources insiders regurgitating
Their own vomit
There’s only ever one constant
They’re liars
Bone deposit's hidden in the closet
High powered lawyers are hired
You have the right to remain quiet
Blackmail with green cash in a white wallets
Blue collars living off grid in a cottage
Where the media reporters are childish
Cellos, keyboards and violins
There’s no surprises, nobody’s smiling
There wilding soft disclosure
Providing a cushion for hard exposure
Snake Eyes told you GI Joe lost to Cobra
Randolph Hearst a Media Mogul
Talkin’ to Rupert saying
"I told you to handle the
Scandal like you supposed to"
Tell me what you got in mind?
Besides fabricated paradigms
On second thought i don’t have the time!
No evidence supports what they find
Jedi minds, look’em in the 3rd eye
And hypnotise, worldwide, with more lies!

And 1 by 1 they beat the drum
Don’t fall in line and 1 by 1
They beat the drum don’t fall in line

"Are you talented?…yeah"
"Are they interested?depends what you share"
"Are you sensitive?only when it
Comes to my career"

I prefer my peace and my quiet
Cooler hands prevail
Put out fires, transition from
Performer to writer, as an artist I’ll
Never retire
But as a man I made a decision to
Fade away back to the islands
In a small hut, grow my
Own vegetables horticulture and such
This frickin’ media is just too much
I’ll disappear in yellow submarine below
The ocean like Ed
Snowden, then return with after
The planet flip over, i’ll rage
Against the machine and disappear like
Zach, make a impact
Then exit stage right – like that

The same ole’ media game again
Got to be real careful what you say to them
They kicking dirt on ya’ name again
If I was you I wouldn’t play wit’ them

They only love you until they don’t have to
They only wanna’ gain your trust –
That’s how they trap you
4G 5G doesn’t even matter
They’ll kill you with your own metadata