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Yo, remember when our biggest fear was Y2K? 'Cause we were ignorant, blind, and we liked it that way Overseas conflicts share air time on 60 Minutes With corporate sponsorships and celebrity who-did-it? Y'all better flip on the BBC If you wanna see some reality on TV Real survivors make hip-hop music with no money And there's nothing really real about The Real World, trust me See, our government subsidizes corn and cattle Makes corn syrup cheap so you know what cows eat That's why fruits and vegetables cost big bucks and candy's cheap That's why our teeth rot and kids are obese Smoke pot and go to jail but feel free to die of heart disease Bad for you but it's good for the economy My name is Off Top, producer slash emcee I'm not anti-government, just anti-lobotomy I see too much man, I'm desensitized These eyes roll back in my head 'cause blank stares are the norm (All I wanna do is write, record, and perform) Baby's girl's breakdown She's only nineteen She's a sophomore in college with a freshman's perspective of what it all means She makes mountains out of molehills And the moles are living high on the hog like kings SongtexteShe knows her daddy wanted a boy But he'd settle for a beauty queen She fits neither category Accepts presents and jewelry as payment for negligence Invests her emotion in the junk bonds of bling I want a girl with no gag reflex Who's allergic to latex and addicted to sex Nah, I'm kiddin' man I really need sweet angel Who's strong enough to pick me up when I fail But I doubt I'm gonna find one, walking through Hell Where everybody that you meet wears a mask or a veil And now she sees it for herself in high-def 3D Y'all get the picture crystal-clear but you still can't see She's crying, bleeding, dying, and pleading With God for an answer she already got from him All these possessions and clothing don't mean so much all of the sudden And she can't cope with it Drowning in the madness pointed out by her therapist She didn't know she had until she skipped her first appointment And double-dosed her medicine Which led to triple vision of a foreshadowing Of a tragic early ending I see too much man, I'm desensitized These eyes roll back in my head 'cause blank stares are the norm (All I wanna do is write, record, and perform) I had my memory erased on purpose See I no longer remember my birthday So I only get older one day at a time And when people ask me "What's your sign?" I say "Stop" And end the conversation and answer the question simultaneously Gone are the day when my horoscope tells me how to behave Hence my name Which is amazingly unimportant Unless you miss the number that's been assigned to it And that's some Matthew 24:43 shit for you Bible heads Who like prophecy but fail to see the signs that you're supposed to see I see phone polls and off ramps with heart-shaped wreaths I see the human population growing exponentially I see the highest point in Gloucester County is a trash heap I see the same motherfuckers who never learn trying to teach It's been said by too many emcees that there's too many emcees I've seen the scene man, and I disagree When you try to crush dreams you put the game in a drought Plus the larger the crowd is, the more I stand out Uncle Tom, Major Tom Tomahawk missile bombs Dying fast, lasting long It's another Vietnam Lock and load those machine guns, we're gonna need 'em all I'll admit, I'm confused Never should have watched the news Now my views are skewed towards the rubber bias of the crew And every song I write for you is subject to review By a paid-off puppet on a string of a label that I'm not on How you gonna sign me then re-write my songs? I see too much man, I'm desensitized These eyes roll back in my head 'cause blank stares are the norm (All I wanna do is write, record, and perform) Aus Songtexte Mania