Lyrics:
We live in program & control
program & control
the system got a hold
I'm breakin' ties to let it go
We live in program & control
program & control
Off beat and righteous
You might want to recite this
I hope your soul gon' like this
Off beat and righteous
Ever been down with the program
Never get
To hell and beyond
Funkadelic drop the bomb!
Boo-yaa!
I'm that type of nigga to give it to ya
My cosmic slop rules all blocks with funk maneuvers
My
Now my name is rex. if you study with my 8 week program, you will learn the system of self defence that i learned fighting in the octagon... it's
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Sound selector activate your transistor
Transmitter audio wears through your system
Sub-sonic
the people are still plugged in
Got to wake them up with the plug in
Give them a couple grams
To delete the virus in their program
Now put it in your system
I did my dance and got conceited
I felt abandoned by school systems
Ay pray for dat boy
Ay pray for dat boy
Cause his parents don't get him
After
program on television
How can, dominant wisdom
Be recognized in the system
Of Anti-Christ, the majority rules
Intelligent fools
PhD's in illusion
Masters
I passed
Now I run outta
Whiskey in my glass
So I opened up
The program run amok
Now I'm kinda
Just sat here stuck
System overload
System overload
program pathos block
Bumping tones anthem anaphora
Radio
Tv
Plethora
Mr. Thinking Man Person
I got a question
If you were me
And I were you
Then why we
in order, don't fall for the programs
Crossing over Babylon borders, crossing over Babylon
Plan for misfortunes
The system in order, don't fall for
Damn, take a ride, to my block
My block,
That's right! Heh
F'real on my motherfucking block
They got a nigga
Shedding tears, reminiscing
The Fuck We Still Slaves.?
Why They Still Diggin' Our Graves.?
Got Some Nigga's Minds On Chains
Can't Program Me
I Know Waze
We Gon Do This Shit Mundane
Crank the volume now the song is all mine
Come sound system make the rhythm climb
Program director on the radio won't play my record until the caller
Crank the volume now the song is all mine
Come sound system make the rhythm climb
Program director on the radio won't play my record until the caller
computer programs to block me from your vision
And every time you watch me you say that I'm the issue
Your pastor preaching about how not to let me catch you
fucked up
Put a young G in the system and have me sucked up
In the prison block but I ain't goin' there
So if you tell on me nigga, you be my hoe in
Crank the volume now the song is all mine
Come sound system make the rhythm climb
Program director on the radio won't play my record until the caller
to hell and beyond
Funkadelic drop the bomb!!
Boo-yaa!
I'm that type of nigga to give it to ya
My cosmic slop rules all blocks with funk maneuvers
My
Douphor bag
Taylor king
All of my
Been about
Yeah
Been about the block like rubix
Been taking my shots like cupid
We do it for clout
We are with
g in the system and have me sucked up
In the prison block but I ain't goin' there
So if you tell on me nigga, you be my hoe in there
See I do dirt all
g in the system and have me sucked up
In the prison block but I ain't goin' there
So if you tell on me nigga, you be my hoe in there
See I do dirt all
Yea man
Illest one a represent
People dem block road and a say Road Block
Geeza. Bang
Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad World
Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad
of lights)
Die! program error
I’m the system error
Die! program error
I’m your death
(I trust only in pulse of lights)
Die! program error
I’m the system error
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