Hitterbox, I exist in between the ticks and tocks of the clock
liberal or conservative? Dicks or cocks?
Wanna make them slit they wrist watch
punk rock interlocked with hip hop
wearing flip flops off the dock of the bay
if the earth's our mother, tell me, why do we disobey?
I love the tastse of toxic waste in my water
learn to love it, it's the the future for your sons and daughters
sad truth, living under a bad roof
waiting for superman to save us, coming straight out of the phone booth
there's no proof of a savior, human behavior's out of line
making lazers and landmines
nations waiting patiently for ancient deities
lady liberty's fucking me, I don't know what she sees in me
seasoned meat, apparently
scary situation's getting hairy plotters pulling tricks like globe trotters

stressing this, that i'm not a pessimist
but life is confusing like an m night shyamalan plot twist
I got this..a one man job
an awakened atheist saying his prayers to sagan
I don't believe in satan
awaken from the american dream shaking
fed the ideal like porridge. They steal with sub prime mortgage.
Now we're slaves to our credit. Spread it nice and wide
let the man slide his dick inside
the silent killer, choreographing their minion zombies like thriller
making people feel unequal, separate us like saw millers
'it's in your head' like filler, together we're strong like stone pillars
a major threat. Wager bets on the national debt
children killing for trillions, no economy left
don't hold your breath

reject the program, hold on with both hands
cause I promise shit will hit the fan within your lifespan
i'm kidding...shit hits it on the reg
sit on the powder keg. No hip hop without legs. Ouch
couch potatoes acting vegetable or fruit.. tomatoes
what do they know? But what they're told
bought and sold, thought grows mold
taught the old, caught the load...call and audible
am I audible or is this just weak speak? Empire strikes back, rebels act in defeat
depleted resources. No more four course meals, the force is strong that I feel
with iron lungs the choir sung
tongue in cheek, the stars summon me
nasa's fund cuts are bumming me
supposedly earth comes first so get used to slumming, g