Be prepared for times strange.
You only see what they want you to see
Hear what they want you to hear
Can you feel the fear?
I can sense a change is near in times strange
You must be prepared.
Words leave my lips, distinctly different
Instinct influence is my intent in every instant
In depth dialect, driven directly from the distance
I've been commissioned to intercept our transmissions
Word play with wisdom, hearsay, who listens?
Distracted by an attraction to what glistens.
Reality reveals a cold world full of clones you condition
To believe all you see, blurred is your vision
To live or die is not your decision,
In order to rule, there must be some divisions
Petitions of the poor are persistently ignored
As we applaud the decay of life's conditions
Our mission to reclaim what is stolen
My wordplay remains potent, posing a threat to all opponents
Capturing the moment with rapturous poetic involvement
These revolutionary words must be spoken for all to hear,
For every eye and every ear shall be opened
Crystal clear is my message of devotion
Divulging into mood and emotion, don't assume all is golden,
As I walk a different path, few are chosen
Few realize, few recognize the times,
Few posses the power to free their minds,
Deciphering the holy writings, enlightening mankind,
Seek and ye shall find, lest the blind should lead the blind unto destruction.
I refuse your instructions, confused is the mood, I sense seduction.
Colluded with a few, I share my views, I rebuke all corruption,
My flow's a few by ancient cut production, let my music flood the function.
You only see what they want you to see
Hear what they want you to hear
Can you feel the fear?
I can sense a change is near in times strange
You must be prepared.
Masterfully I advance, awaken from your trance
Enhance situations, stand firm, don't break your stance
Mass confusion, disillusion, the skies seem overcast,
Over stand, it's nearly over, don't overlook that final dance
Finally it's finalized, find the truth behind the lies
Recognize before it's too late, repatriate the higher mental states,
Escape the written fate, quickened is the pace, but endurance wins the race
In these times to think for yourself is the greatest crime,
Is this the price for truth to not be televised?
Embrace the digital age, the final stage of mankind
Emancipation awakes, escape while there's still time
You only see what they want you to see
Hear what they want you to hear
Can you feel the fear?
I can sense a change is near in times strange
You must be prepared.
