Order In Limits

Yeah, yeah

Turn my headphones up

No tricks, just pure spitting

I see the stage is crowded with the silent and weak Who

need a pitch correction just to open their beak They mumble on

a triplet, thinking they found a lane But it's a new world

order making everything tame I represent the era of the clever and

sharp They play the radio like they're strumming a harp No substance

in the lyrics, just a physical pose I tear down the facade

while the syndicate grows

They want us quiet,

eyes on the screen

While the mumble rappers dominate the scene

(tell 'em!) But the truth is breaking through the static noise This

is real bars separating men from boys

They put the microchips inside the minds of the youth And feed

'em lazy melodies to cover the truth They want a generation that

can't formulate words So they promote the mumbles to the ignorant herds

But my vocabulary is a weapon of choice I represent the struggle

with a powerful voice No automation on the track can duplicate this

I throw a verbal dagger that is never to miss

They want us quiet,

eyes on the screen

While the mumble rappers dominate the scene (tell 'em!) But the truth

is breaking through the static noise This is real bars separating men

from boys

Yeah, keep mumbling We see right through the programming

Real lyricism never dies (never dies)