once we're separated and contained by the systems oppressive tactics Once the flame is extinguished and our leaders fucking have us We're an unwilling contribution towards the system
System, system, system - death in life System, system, system - the surgeons knife System, system, system - hacking at the cord System, system, system
Think I was born on this wretched earth for you to govern and kill? In your stinking factories and offices with your stupid systems and skills? Think
lyricism For a whole generation with they fathers in prison You live inside the image of an era that's gone Like government officials tryin to justify Vietnam I leave
Third World mother fuckers! [Immortal Technique] I'm from where the gold and diamonds are ripped from the earth right next to the slave castles where
government, leaving the starving & wicked to fend For themselves. bloodthirsty renegade cyborgs created by tax dodging Corporations reek havok. pissed off androids tired of being slaves to A godless & gutless system
where I'm at, that's called Soldierism Real niggaz notice em, they wanna flow with 'em Wanna do major shows with 'em Get the fuck out the ghetto wit 'em Heavy metal, leave
a ship On the records of the foreign shores as they can Practice falling and leave the people poor This is the kind of system Wea??ve been slaving for
What left you blank could leave you restless out of breath young princes slave the day away your pennies save and often spent what has been lost has been
Jungle Joe say to Uncle Sam He say leave me alone Let me be just as I am Money grow on tree As we say in Japanee Down Amazonia way Up all night I've been
your soul to the system Another fucking clone Never ask for nothing Yet you gave and gave Now you're trapped Ambitions shattered Another mindless slave
fucking man? Meth-Tical On the chessbox Verse Three: Inspector Deck Yo, yeah, yo I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has The force to leave
s the fucking man? Meth-Tical On the chessbox Verse Three: [Inspector Deck] Yo, yeah, yo I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has The force to leave
monks with the owls So who's the fuckin man? Meth-Tical On the chess box Yo, yeah, yo, I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has The force to leave
only way to see me, don't miss these Me and my crew smoke so many trees that I piss leaves Never _my bitch please But keep smokin my system, roll blunts
home The Boss says, "You're laid off Blame the Japanese" "America's back" alright At the game it plays the worst Strip mining the world Like a slave
his profits from our young His empire, black market wealth Richness while their necks are being hung Beating the system, twisting minds He rips your heart and leaves
so much, the doc asked where my lung at I took it out to stash my gun, son run that Pop mega shit, I pop mega clips Fuck a system, I keep the heat where