[Verse 1: HYDRA]
Yeah it’s the trio sucka
Comin out on top once again
With some knowledge
So light the chronic
Behold the mission
Don’t miss it
This is the age of new tradition
Just Listen
Well its the 2019
And still ain’t nothin changed
This world is headed towards destruction
Nobody can save us
A war between U S and China debates at the border
Why can’t we get along
Let’s smoke a blunt about it
Dropping bombs its not gon’ solve your problem homie the debt is just too severe
What’s the point of fightin when no one wins
A billion bodies in the dirt and they love it
I’m sick and tired of watching people die for servin their country
The mic is my weapon
And I’m gon’ use it right
If you check me
I refuse to sit back with my thumb up my ass like a peasant
You try to keep us suppressed
They try to censor the truth
So screw ya mane I’m here to stay
You’ll never stop what I do
I thought you knew
We’ve all been gettin it wrong
Your life might end today
I bet you thought it all was fine
But hell you’re bound to wake up and smell the piss you’ve created
Damn what happened to music?
Everybody sounds the same
And It ain’t amusing
The future seems a bit troubled
I relate to little nowadays
It’s amazing the way it works to become rich and famous
There ain't no need for a major no talent required
The media controls and paves the road like a microchip
I think I’m awake now
This simulations got me twisted
I payed the price but still I’m caught within sticky situation
Playin tricks upon my mind
The cynical sickness waits off in the shade until the line comes in touch with the matrix
Yeah it’s the trio sucka
Comin out on top once again
With some knowledge
So light the chronic
Behold the mission
Don’t miss it
This is the age of new tradition
Just Listen
Well its the 2019
And still ain’t nothin changed
This world is headed towards destruction
Nobody can save us
A war between U S and China debates at the border
Why can’t we get along
Let’s smoke a blunt about it
Dropping bombs its not gon’ solve your problem homie the debt is just too severe
What’s the point of fightin when no one wins
A billion bodies in the dirt and they love it
I’m sick and tired of watching people die for servin their country
The mic is my weapon
And I’m gon’ use it right
If you check me
I refuse to sit back with my thumb up my ass like a peasant
You try to keep us suppressed
They try to censor the truth
So screw ya mane I’m here to stay
You’ll never stop what I do
I thought you knew
We’ve all been gettin it wrong
Your life might end today
I bet you thought it all was fine
But hell you’re bound to wake up and smell the piss you’ve created
Damn what happened to music?
Everybody sounds the same
And It ain’t amusing
The future seems a bit troubled
I relate to little nowadays
It’s amazing the way it works to become rich and famous
There ain't no need for a major no talent required
The media controls and paves the road like a microchip
I think I’m awake now
This simulations got me twisted
I payed the price but still I’m caught within sticky situation
Playin tricks upon my mind
The cynical sickness waits off in the shade until the line comes in touch with the matrix
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