Lyrics:
can see
My mind it's out of control
and the love is an illusion
I wish that we could be together
(chorus 1)
This is just a Fantasy
and my hearth it's
Sipping till I'm full
Lungs fill with smoke coz my hearth been broke, so I'm
Sipping in my room
Cup fill with pro made my hearth turn cold, girl
I'm
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'Cause life's a bitch and then you die
I'd rather be a product of the
Mud than live a motherfuckin' lie
'Cause life's a bitch and then you die
I'd
Why do you leave the music of your favorite singer?
Because this way you can then remember me
You are jealous of me, send me your friends to control
The algorithm takes control
The algorithm taints your soul
The algorithm takes control
Come on
In the past 15 years the people have become the product
Big tech is
racks (There's blood)
There's blood on your racks
A product of the system (There's blood)
Violence is an industry
A form of control (There's blood)
a product
Of my assembly mind
Down my conveyor belt
To complete control
Ka-chunk, ka-chunk, ka-chunk
Sounds of extruding the steel
Clanging to the floor
expose me, I can't ever let that control me
I'm coming in hot forget the boiling point but you know I keep it one hundred degrees
I got it undercover, I
with your hearth
Don't think with your mind
Think with your heart
Love with your mind
Let me tell you how all could be
If you see the whole as infinite
Always so straight
Always so right
Take a deep breath
And let me open up your mind
Come lose your way
In a wood with no name
Over the hearth
free don't try to control it
I am in
I am out
I've been lost
But now I'm found
I am deep
In the roots
I am high
In the sky
I give your hearth a rhythm
I be
Plotting
Watch me
Go
You can't
Stop it
Options
No
Don't try it
Be modest
We pilots
Control
I got it
Make profits
My product
Get flown
I be
Up late again, almost, breakfast, bacon it sizzles, eggs getting scrambled
Pushing that product, moving that batter, out to New York! Maybe Seattle
and reload
Product must be sold to YOU
[Verse One: Genius]
I'm deep down in the back streets - in the heart of Medina
About to set off something more deep
the ghetto
I'm a product of the ghetto
Ghetto this, thug that, thug this, ghetto that
This ain't shit I could control, I'm a product of my habitat
Police
A product of our time
Our time
Everlasting fear
Everlasting fear
Controls you
Controlled you from the start
My pound of flesh is yours to own
The holy
Yeah we know how it go in your dome
Life a digit, you a bigot for the dough
Merely fragment the whirlwind's control
Rather twirl pissed and throw up
Yo, the fiends ain't coming fast enough
There is no cut that's pure enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you
Cocaine business controls America
Ganja business controls America
KRS-One come to start some hysteria
Illegal business controls America
One
regurgitates any system
Regular or even more antique products, put out by top, companies
MCA Warner Brothers Loud the Polygram enterprise
Virgin
Into the real real world not played on the TV
Radio Control
What they want me to see is product instead of
Radio Control
Entertainment
The ghetto life
come back solid
Servin' raw, provide product
While in my environment
Niggas like re-compressed dope
Man they ain't rockin' solid
Back-stab you for a ho
Ballin' outta control, ballin' outta control
Fresh off the showroom flo', bought me a ninety-fo'
Now I'm havin' long money, like Ross Perot, so take
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