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MySpace.com/MePhiMe | Like a rusty razor blade slicing thru a brick of lies -- at once dead quiet then sociopathically insane, listen to this super loud but please take your meds first -- so nobody gets hurt. Produced by Cee Tha Wizzard
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Today in sub-genre: #369
Peak: #137   (1,764,794 songs currently in HipHop)
Peak in sub-genre: #9   (127,270 songs currently in Alternative Hip Hop)
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October 20, 2007
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Bitrate: 128 kbps. Runtime: 4:36. File size: 4.23 MB.
Writer (words/music)
L. Wiburn/C. Cuben-Tatum
Copyright
©2007 Concept Enteprises International
Story behind the song
This song was inspired by the subliminal and insidious influence of mass merchandising on the psyche of the public. We take in so many messages that defy logic but are clearly not accidental. There is a deliberate and purposeful intention by a small group of evil directors and this song is dedicated to the comfortably numb members of the matrix who ought to know better.
Lyrics
psst... Psst... PSST! Mentally they grip until I slip into their clutches Constantly to lean upon their crutches? That touches something angry inside - I run but I can't hide, I'm unaware that I complied Bombarding me through their media and through their politicians They even come at me through the music that I'm listening They're using us as pawns in the games they play And they have taught us how to like it that way I don't mind what's in my mind 'cause by design I really ain't got one! Why does angel food have to be white? when brown is the devil food's cake Cocoa Puffs® are sure to make you Cuckoo! But Frosted Flakes® make you feel great? It's all a part of a balanced break fast 12 Essential Lies and Conspiracies They treat that white house like an out house I think it's still being run by the Pharisees Who handed me a bag full of drugs The judge said "life imprisonment" and labeled me a thug Then told me if I just learn to say, "Yes sir, boss" They'd take another look -- and let me off So now I'm running loose upon the city streets And I ain't even close to having freedom It's not that I don't like to use my brain It's just I realize that I don't even need them With this mind control I don't mind what's in my mind 'cause by design I really ain't got one! Can I be deprogrammed? Think for myself and cease being dammed Know who I am... Life expectancy of 25, first they'll when I'll die and tell me I bet' never cry They introduced Beauty, and said look just like her or try to possess her I never really did believe my history professor But it's so hard to stand under the pressure How'd I let them trick me into killing my brother When all we should be doing is loving one another But it's my hope that we begin to discover... I don't mind what's in my mind 'cause by design I really ain't got one! I don't mind what's in my mind 'cause by design I really ain't got one! I don't mind what's in my mind 'cause by design I really ain't got one. www.MePhiMe.com www.MySpace.com/MePhiMe © Concept Enteprises International