Search results for 'American Barcode and RFID'

S.A.L.T.

The Orb

Orblivion

1997

the mark?

Well, the mark is the bar-code
The ubiquitous bar-code that you'll find on every bog roll
And every packet of Johnnies and every poxy-pork-pie

Salt [Snow Mix; Previously Unreleased Track]

The Orb

Orblivion [Expanded]

1997

Well, the mark is the bar-code
The ubiquitous bar-code that you'll find on every bog roll
And every packet of Johnnies and every poxy-pork-pie
And every

I presented, always the maximum to be devoured
The verse that starts Father McKenzie

This began before barcodes and laminated library cards, RFID

of cargo? (Woo)
I pull off in Barstow (Barstow)
I call up Carlo, he call up Marco (hello?)
Bet the drugs got a barcode
Man, this shit done made my heart

The African American community has been let down by our politicians
They talk good around election time
Like right now
And after the election they

Yeah
Barcodes on our skin tone
It’s all good ‘til it hits home
Our goal is to win, though
But it’s a far throw to the endzone
That’s why we’re afraid

is at its end
I guess this world is at its end
We will never get to the end of the road
Open your fucking eyes
We were born with our own barcodes

wie Bruce Lee
Verbindung ist echt wie ihr Booty
Ihr seid connected durch Smartphones
Deine Gang Striche wie Barcodes
Keine Brüder das sind Bros, Ey

Sleep in my bed, the tracker in their heads
The instinct of being irrational
Scan the barcodes, lets them all know
The thought they posses
Fear

Mel's Diner
American graffiti eating fettuccini
Might fly out to Tahiti rocking shows selling CDs
Then its back to the 'Sco in the last place you seen me

you)
Hope Allah give me blessings came from intergalactic like star and crescent
It was Mary Madelaine Jesus piece
Heart cold 33 degree
Now it's barcodes

Narcos
Wash money like I wash clothes
Speeding in the wrong code
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeh
Yo
We the real life narcos
Even the dope got a barcode
I wash

They wasn't ready for the play
I rolled the ball over
I made some killers stand in line
I had a barcode
They was waitin' for me to blow
Up like a star