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split prophets - stuck in their strategy (baileys brown & chris lucas remix) كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: res one]
as i walk out my house and place feet on the pavement
debatin’ on which hard path to partake in
’cause we’re all just the same thing, some look to change things
others stay the same, they’re tamed to the ways they were raised in
a place where a statement in part can place you, incarcerated
it’s bait and no one seems to see it, we’re livin’ in a prison with the vision of the freest
democracy’s hypocrisy properly got us seein’
life like wе’re free human beings but i’m still seekin’ tramps
in thesе streets that we pee in when we’re too p_ssed for seein’
proper 2d vision, l!cked off that liquor trick
tripped to submission, too p_ssed for the mission
rinsin’ pr_cks if they’re dissin’, mincin’ chicks in positions
quick spliff intermissions got me laid back
i’m off track like a train crash, swallow clips of hollow tips
so when i spit this, see the strange flash, fl!cker of light
and then your brain splats, stained flats, bust draws of main gash
see my life is a strange mash of graff, beef, buds and bait yats
don’t waste facts (waste facts)

[chorus: paro]
my state of mind’s the problem of all_time (all_time)
i’m a slave to the rhythm, the rhythm
cut, cut (yo)

[verse 2: paro]
i’m just that little man stuck in their strategy, they don’t want me livin’ happily
and recently, i’ve rapidly realised that they’ve been gradually trappin’ me
terrorists in the news make you fear for your family
but seein’ all this organised tragedy’s got me scared for humanity
and i know it ain’t the truth that they’re handin’ me
can’t you see what you’re doin’ for vanity?
so much wealth in this world, yet most still livin’ in poverty
rich aristocrats on tv givin’ money to charity as a novelty
then drive back home to one of their five properties
we bow down to the scum of the earth
the whole world’s gangland, who’s runnin’ the turf?
stuck in the system from birth to he_rs_
when you search the dirt, is this curse really worth the work?
when in the end, which warhead’s first to burst?
k!ll all life on this planet, then revert the earth (then revert the earth)
[chorus]
my state of mind’s the problem of all_time (all_time)
i’m a slave to the rhythm, the rhythm
my state of mind’s the problem of all_time (all_time)
i’m a slave to the rhythm, the rhythm
my state of mind’s the problem of all_time (all_time)
i’m a slave to the rhythm, the rhythm

[verse 3: prime]
what you know about poverty? robbery bobbies that bother
these bredders for property, steadily lockin’ us properly
lookin’ after their monopoly, watching every vicinity
visibly 1984 is literally here to be
sick of these c_nts actin’ civilly
thinkin’ we’re all treated equally like symmetry
open up your eyes and realise what you’re here to be
a slave to the system, makin’ money for them families

[verse 4: paro]
i’ve gotta keep control of my mindstate, blood pressure risin’ like the crime rate
welcome to the life of a glorified primate
brandy and high grade ’til i’m sideways in a right state
steppin’ with my eyes glazed, walkin’ past driveways
steady tryin’ to find ways to make it through this crime maze
livin’ in a blind haze, ignorin’ what the signs say
hopin’ that this grind or the rhymes pay, still tryin’ to fight fate (fight fate)
[chorus]
my state of mind’s the problem of all_time (all_time)
i’m a slave to the rhythm, the rhythm
my state of mind’s the problem of all_time (all_time)
i’m a slave to the rhythm, the rhythm
my state of mind’s the problem of all_time (all_time)
i’m a slave to the rhythm, the rhythm

- split prophets

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