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liar
I'm the court of opinion we all get a gavel
Bang the hammer or your head against the wall
Poster propaganda 
Legal system a legislative leviathan

Why you mad?
I just pulled off in a jag hella fast
Ayy
Stack these chips like lego
.223s so fatal
Chopper sing like quavo
Ayy
Leave his head bust

a slave to the system

I know (Oh! I know)
That in the end I'll find my way, I'll carry on
Moving on (Moving on)
Let the chips fall where they may trust me

When the chip goes in, do not despair
Just slips under the skin, don't even know it's there
When the chip goes in, you belong
To a system wherein

Young
Trip
Got that spirit in my system
Dusse
Whipping that foreign with no visa
Skrr
I was stacking chips no lays
Stack it up stack it up
Riding

We are putting computer chips
Into our children
We are putting computer chips
Into our children
We are putting computer chips
Into our children
We

Need me at the function that's that clockwork
Punch in on a Rollie that's that clockwork
Wrist on bummy How that clock work?
Ain't bringing chips

crackin'? Yeah, listen
(When the chips are down)

[Verse 4: Cee]
Eh yo the system tried to stop me man
Coz it's created in a way to make us slaves again
They

the same
You're really lame
So afraid of shame
You have no aim
Chip in your brain
You're a fucking slave
I don't wanna give in to the system
When I'm gone

system makes racism
Creates hate for sisters
And brothers
Another one dead so heil Hitler
Some white people feed off the culture
But when the chips are

Any Man in America

Blue October

Any Man in America

just your legal system though
They don't think about you
No they don't care about you
Now every man in America take back your control
Like you don't

Pride fuck me up, I don't wanna be sober
Red wine in my system I think it's over
I think it's over
I think it's over

Pride fuck me up, I don't wanna

your eyes

A nigga'll sell you a fish and tell you it's fries
You thinking sticks, I'm thinking potatoes
And slice mine into chips
Slice mine into chips

the chips growing on you needle heads
Make the skin crawl itching on the planted tech
Shake down a nervous system reanimate a nano flex
Dark tricks propaganda

a chip on your shoulder
I wanna know

Am I a number inside your system
Am I defined by my consistency
A mystery to me
If we rely on only moments
Tasted

system där alla är med
Allt du behöver är ett litet chip
Litet ingrepp så gott som smärtfritt

Vi kan lösa alla problem
Ett nytt system där alla är med

SPIDERS



Spiders
System Of A Down
Track 5 on System of a Down 
Produced by

System Of A Down & Rick Rubin
“Spiders” is the second single for System

I think there's a glitch in my system
Gli- gli- gli- gli- gli- glitched
I think there's a glitch in my system
They say that I am messed up, hmm
I

sacred steam
Placing cogs that won’t spin free


I. Won’t. Fit in a mold for society
I. Won’t. Let you chip away at me
I. Won’t. Fit in a mold for society

They call me Chip and I'm mad with it
They're like "Chippy gone mad, innit"
Got choong tings and they bad with it
See Cash Motto, my gang winning

This is my story
My mind on money
I F..k the system
They can't control me
We in the streets yeah
Busy paper chasing
Yeah for them rarris
And for them

Skitzin', had the last straw
In a constant battle with the law
The people vs. the system – it's a war
I think it's time to check up on the score

Systems Feeling

It feels like it invades all my systems
From the chips to the wires it just fools my head 
Like a virus invading my systems
But it feels so

on "ehhthang", and the stale chips                                         
He's a winner
(I can't do it on the chips)
I just watch him moonwalk an eclipse