The Living Dead
 

Day by day i realize new concepts//
not holy, but one of the lost prophets//
cuz most cats now a days be puppets//
Uncle sam got u like a controlled substance//
With a hand up your socket as if you were a muppet//
Got something burning in my chest and it aint bronchitis//
Muthafuking sign of inna fury ready to be released like a riot/
News telling me this and that but I aint buyin it/
Don't you know propoganda brainwashes you kid//
Makin you believe their fascist order on the low pro//
Unexpected, you will get stunned and its gonna feel stone cold//
Visiualize the mode that systematically we move like codes//
War, money, and power is a clue so ya need to catch dis flu//
i'm gonna clear sinuses all over this post room//
Smell the toxic fumes, before you get caught and consumed//
By the clutches of Dr.Doom and his secret service goons//
This flow goes out to the livin dead to muthafuckin move//
This soon to be Gattica way of livin is coming pretty soon//
Not that long before the anglo saxon takes over your room//
ticking and ticking, the time will run out and all you gonna here is,"BOOM"//