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
She 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
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