Man Made Ways - DC the MIDI Alien, Slaine, Vinnie Paz

I used to have the mind of a revolutionary now it’s dead

Cause the Devil got these images that’s dancing in my head

If I don’t take these pills then I can’t get out of bed

And I gotta pay the bills so I gotta take my meds

That’s what the voice says, it was never there before

It was another voice that’s telling me you’re a father, you’re a husband

The argument is hard to win, it leads to more discussion

Every other thought is rushing like it’s fucking water busting

I’ve been sleeping with the TV cause I left it on

Pass out from the Xani bars licking chicken szechuan

Broken fingers figure shit I think it must’ve kept em gone

Otherwise I’m like a ticking effin bomb weapon drawn

Pace around the floor freaking every creak I’m stepping on

Thought I heard the cops coming no I must’ve guessed it wrong

Flip the stations all around, nothing but deception on

I don’t know what’s real or not, hear I’m planning methadone

Look I’ve never been mistaken for the social type

Overnight mix and match meds and get the potion right

Name it I take it I took it I baked it cooked it and ate it

Like God made it till I’m crooked

Psycho pharmaceuticals rebooted my brain

My death is stained by whatever’s fun, the proof in my veins

So when I took it I stare at my reflection like it’s throwing threats in my

direction

Now I look at life and cope like any addict

Might be an addict by candlelight

Every shade drawn, every day’s dawn good and gone as I write

You can bet it’s like street corner hustling

FDA muscle in funnelling cash into new epidemics

They usher in mass produced pain

Paranoia that they mask with their lawyers and brass

Next stop poisonous gas, chill the citizen’s strain

Chain smoke stacks burn us to ash

[Chorus / samples: We living in them days of the manmade ways

They brainwashing us, it’s America’s plan

I’m about to rebel, we all slaves in the system

We’re dying over money and relying on religion] - 2X

Yeah, I used to have the mind of a revolutionary but it’s gone

I’m dishevelled, I’m a rebel, I’m a devil with a bomb

As I settle every motherfucking ghetto has a song

Put the metal to my temple when I wrestle with Saddam

Yeah you see the mind control divide your soul

I rhymed it though in ‘94 but no

Y’all ain’t listened to anything I was telling y’all

About the biochip inside you and impending war

I run over you fucking devils like I’m Mendenhall

Overseas they dying young, they sending y’all

The cash system is dead, y’all just pretend to ball

Glocks and clips, apocalypse repent or fall

Do y’all believe in the birth of a nation?

I call it control, they call it coercive persuasion

Yeah all of them serpents of Satan

I’mma build a bomb shelter, only let the persons of faith in