Attacking You

I'm attacking you—for playing the game and fucking your life off
Like a crazy old lady looking for your car—its so sad to see you so lost
How selfish to just fight for your own dream—I guess you wuz born too blind to see
The cage doors been open—but comrade—I guess…you-just-won't-leave
Thinking the master needs you as much you need him, pity the stupid beast
Please—wake the fuck up—on the count of three—it'd be time to escape
What's the dilly yo'? do you like gang rape? Your holding yourself down
As turns they take—like a Dutch cult made clone—media jism-you been faked
Dreams of wealth and fame—your souls gone—still raw in the middle
Your just half baked-on the roof you play the fiddle-this is the theme to freedom

I'm Attacking You
For Playing the game and Fucking Your Life Off
Attacking you, Attacking You

Find a smaller pond—this swims for big fish—es-pecially—if you're selfish and greedy
Brain burn, "I want it, I need it, hey look that's me! Stomach churn, like ass your shitty
For every hour that you spend watching TV—
your cheating the people—and your cheating me,
Illiterate-if brains were dollars-you'd be cheap,
Advertising blood-clot—big businesses version of a mind fuck—and you take it—sweeet
This is all—the apex of capitalism can give me—fake hair, tans, talk and titties
SUV's, wannabe's, sucking those dollars with callous on your knees
He don't put out—don't you know that he's a tease—no game works on the "money"
Why we still paying fifty for the trees? Why we paying 18 dollars for CDs?
It all boils back to you watching that TV—your brain turned off—all you do is just party

I'm Attacking You
For Playing the game and Fucking Your Life Off
Attacking you, Attacking You

If not you? Who gonna fix the problems—who gonna think of shit to solve em
If you ain't doing nothing--and he ain't doing nothing—then nothing happening
I'm attacking—to weak to do the work? Then send your own ass packing
But know you—stand with the man—support the devil and his plan
I'll preach till I'm hoarse—I scream till you know its you—that carries the torch
Comrade—we need your help—get the fuck back on course—join the force
Drink this knowledge from the source—separate yourself from this bullshit—divorce