Lyrics:
Are we under their control, or are they under our control, or what?>
control, or are they under our control, or what?>
Push
and behold, someone's funking with the mood control
When you're taking every kind of pill
(Deprogram, program)
Nothing seems to ever cure your ill
(Peck
and behold, someone's funking with the mood control
When you're taking every kind of pill
(Deprogram, program)
Nothing seems to ever cure your ill
(Peck
control
Over your motherboard functions
And software library
Warning!
Any attempt to uninstall this program
Or reboot your machine
Will result in
Prince Computer trapped behind the screen
Watching people go, but he can't leave
Where'd his friends go? They don't give a damn
Why the fuck would
You're told the grass was always green
Out of control and so obscene
The computer age
The computer age
The computer age...
computer programs that control what is on display
This all leads to division and it pushes us away
From each other
We were brothers
We were sisters
We were
me the stage this a massacre
I'm out for the win take no prisoners
Traveler yeah
I'm just the glitch in your program
I got no strings no control man
Stuck inside a computer
The past is a blooper, my mind is the shooter
I killed my old self, I'm a looper
Now I control my own future
Tired of being
of information
Don't be afraid
My friend
Learn to use this computer
Don't try to lose control
If you don't follow these instructions
a five pound explosive
I am the beat of your pulse
The computer word made flesh
We are one you and I
We are versions of the same
When you can see what I feel
Don't
of fears
Computer programs analyzing the data for years
Information tech is out of control, you know
Advertisers make up most of the web, for sure
Banks
scenes unfold and cause panic
Organized crime families control automatically
Computer chip slanging to new age fanatics
Stuck to your PC screens like
Graduated from University
Got my degree, don't fuck with me
Educated black man, life like a program
Got this show, damn, mic in my right hand
Dick in my left
white
Disagree with me then we can go fight
Graduated from university
Got my degree, don't fuck with me
Educated black man, life like a program
Got this
flights) Here is the news
(Ten Eurotechnicians were today sentenced
By the justice computer to be banished for life) Here is the news
(To the prison
the warlords on my tribal land
Planning with some hackers how to fight off all these cyber attacks
Watch the tyrants grab minds through computer labs
Freedom
crew, you know
My mother made me believe in me when I
Was growing up I wanted make video games
My mom got this Amiga computer when I was
In seventh grade
Uh!
Yeah son
Shit, the 4-5 man I ain't got the damn
I ain't got the fuckin' modulation
Yeah you got it
Control pads man
You got that
Alright look
they polluted the future
Got me thinking of a new thing
Revolver-lution
Computer souls, controlled by confusion
You be clubbin', while the world
science fiction
With its master's voice
The program's in the making
And you have no choice
You can't predict the future
From casting sticks
The computer is
(Keep scrolling)
(You just keep scrolling)
We’re inside a computer program?
Is it really so hard to believe?
Seeking redemption in that bottomless pit
Hail the new perfect order
Ending trouble and strife
No one can refuse our offer, it's a fair exchange
You're on file, our computer
Knows what's
[Chorus: cool Keith ]
I see maxi curls (Yeah! ...)
Players activator
I see maxi curls (Yeah! ...)
Remote control alligators
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