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Sinflation

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  • [Intro:]
    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 itself for ages
    [Verse 1:]
    He was driving a Tesla model S playing loud music
    He drove into an EMP storm and got electrocuted
    Trust fund lawyers were recruited, lawsuits 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 s*it; 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 *******s
    [Hook:]
    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 wors*ip no paper
    [Verse 2:]
    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 b*****s 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
    [Hook]
    [Verse 3:]
    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
    O**ection 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 s*it in it
    Prisoners during peacetime, peaceful and primitive
    We never could understand, what the **** 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 alien 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”
  • [Intro:]
    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 itself for ages
    [Verse 1:]
    He was driving a Tesla model S playing loud music
    He drove into an EMP storm and got electrocuted
    Trust fund lawyers were recruited, lawsuits 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 s*it; 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 *******s
    [Hook:]
    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 wors*ip no paper
    [Verse 2:]
    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 b*****s 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
    [Hook]
    [Verse 3:]
    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
    O**ection 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 s*it in it
    Prisoners during peacetime, peaceful and primitive
    We never could understand, what the **** 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 alien 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”