buys who/none of it fits/on the shelf it sits/what the rest of us have/is being sold with a laugh/by the media men/in some hope for a trend/and when their
gods of consumer religion Fashion and popstars Setting the trends Pulling the strings are the media men Pulling the strings, pulling the strings Are the media men
uh, blood bath, the wrath Aftermath, at least the guns in shit Too under fallin charum leads to send up on the earth Mix things with daughters with men
browsing, inspectin' X-men comics you know I collect 'em The pens in my pocket, I must protect 'em My ergonomic keyboard never leaves me Bored, shopping online for deals on some writable media
[unknown singer] Ohh ma, ma, ma, ma Wow, wow I see chariots in the skies, (skies) Men & earth look surprised, As they flow across the sky.. Ever see the
There is a war going on for your mind Media mavens mount surgical strikes From Trapper Keeper collages And online magazine racks Cover girl cutouts throw
claim) [Paris] Soul survivors, now tell me who can bring it liver It's P.E., still beatin the beast In this game of latecomers, fake friends and flakes And grown men
[chubb rock] Yo, keep in the street let the groove stay rough Rougher than rough, ignorance is enough On the media tip, so that the read must grip On
1] Right over the track you can hear my flow But watch, for the train, cause it doesn't move slow I like to gain mo', mental men blow I know by the symptoms
guy from the L.A. paper Said he makes guilty whites feel good They'll vote for him, and not for me 'Cause he's not from the hood. See, real black men,
Education Against Lies tries To open the eyes of humanity before it dies Black and white ain't the real fight That's the only thing the media hypes The
shower full of hollow point bullets rain on For yo' death you got me lookin' in my itinerary If I ain't got scheduled to be dead where the men are buried
way Good luck the beatnik spirit The talk of politicians The sentences of cynics Are the sentences of childhood They're all talking shit to me Out-talked by the mass media
a Mau Mau Warrior Dispear, eh Fear and desperation no depression can't tarry ya Dispear, hey Through the hands of time and cruel men It has slew
all, awake up out this dream Come here and smell the forgers, the soldiers are human beings Man actin' as if he was the supreme bein' Clockin' the souls of men
be the herd man Inventing fresh jams firsthand You said it was nothing, not worth a damn Too hard, too noisy, my show a five or ten But the media men
of heavy branding Everybody seem so sure when they grasp for more I'm exposed near getting disposed to an environment of lying men Mass media is my
't nothin' holdin' me down Ain't no way to count me out Not too many chose the path that young Zino took Where the R.S.O. or Made Men cats we shook I