Lyrics:
(Advertiser)
And now a public service announcement
For those who may be
Confused Curtis Of G-Unit
(50 Cent) ladies and gentlemen it's been
Brought
Lucy, and Mary Tyler Moore
Jackie Gleason, Honeymooners and Zsa Zsa Gabor
Green Acres, yeah that's what you're looking for
You're a product of these
I'm glad we won our battles
Defeated all the haters and the hassles
I swear, I was down to my last bros
Now, we got alive more than you could ask for
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
Schemers, rapists
Pedophiles
Advertisers, evil dictators
App for this
App for that
And there's fraud
On your debit card
So grab your money
Shit is runny
It's
really liked the creative process
the rest was a game another high-school test.
He's making music for no one.
He said: These days we are all advertisers
To enhance the beauty of living
Something that could make the others fall for me
Lets just upgrade my sexuality
What if something grows right on top of me
The world that I once knew is gone and so are you
The wheels are off the wagon
Every thing that you fought for. Doesn't matter anymore
There's just
I searched facebook for dating site
I just found a lot of scammer and advertiser
I am not sure if every one up there is real or not
I just can't
Rap mags try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers
I don't know what you take me as
Or understand
so
Rap mags try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers
I don't know what you take me as
Or understand
selling your screen time to advertisers
People have become the product
You are the product
The algorithm is doing what it takes to keep you on for as long
a shit, so!
All these mags try and use our ass
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers!
I don't know what you take us as
Or understand
To enhance the beauty of living
Something that could make the others fall for me
Lets just upgrade my sexuality
What if something grows right on top of me
made from, came from the slums of the inside of a bum's bum
Melting into pure fun
Hardwired to sift away until there's none
Reaching for the fucking
need my boys, need backup
In our own world, dancing to perfection
Keep the cash on a clip so we flexing
Just a double-click for every other transaction
feet
Broadway Mary, Joan Fontaine
Advertiser on a downtown train
Oh, Christmas crier bustin' cane
He's in love again
Where dock worker's dreams
feet
Broadway Mary, Joan Fontaine
Advertiser on a downtown train
Oh, Christmas crier bustin' cane
He's in love again
Where dock worker's dreams
Everyday coming home logging into
My Gateway computer, 20 minute bootup
Windows 98 all day, anyway
Double-click the yellow man and we on our way
I'm
I'm lucid dreaming
I chase elusive meaning
In tongues I'm fluent speaking
I'm not a human being
I crash the server
I double-click my cursor
I'm not
you've been at the same non-profit for four years
Did you enjoy your university experience?
Did you play on an intramural volleyball team with your
to speed
Cause I'm a specializer, rhyme reviser
Ain't selling out to advertisers
What you get is what you see
And you won't see me out there
reviser
Ain't selling out to advertisers
What you get is what you see
And you won't see me out there advertising
See I like to party not drink Bacardi
So advertisers can give em more cash for ads
Fuckers uhh (Check it out) uhh
Diamonds on my neck, chrome drop-top
Chillin' on the scene
Smokin' pounds
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