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Poli-Talk
01:36
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Welcome to Hell Pt. I
01:44
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Meet Mr. Smith, sippin’ a fifth
The first ill patient that I got on my list
Master politician, top of his class
But a terminal growth is killin’ him fast
He told many to die, for glory and power
Sippin’ on his brandy while the war machine devoured
He never thought twice about his evil deeds
But in his final hour, forgiveness he pleas
I step into his room and see the fear in his eyes
So I make him an offer that he cannot deny
Unlike your many victims that I’ve treated through the years
I can make you cheat the reaper there’s no need to fear
Your body will die, but your mind is so much better
For 10 million dollars I can make you live forever
A simple procedure, I plug in your brain
And I upload ya dreams into my mainframe
The happiest times, at a customized pace
With the bad ones filtered like a whiskey chase
He wants to remember, the cheering crowds
And the day his mother told him she was so proud
He pays the fee, I begin the operation
Remove the brain and place it in my lab station
Vets without limbs and the dead will fill his mind
Over and over ‘til the end of time
Another mind added to the collection
Only the baddest make the selection
I got no name the afterlife is what I sell
Mr. Smith, welcome to hell
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Look out! Do you see the flames?
Who will survive and who will remain?
Will you stay where you are with the seatbelt fastened
And calmly await, the fate, that’ll happen?
Or will you stand up and rise above the sheep
That are led to the slaughterhouse in their sleep
Will you learn from those that came before?
Life is on the line, the choice, yours
“Hello everybody, this is your captain
Here to report on what has happened
Technical difficulties have kept us on the ground
The machines won’t move or make a sound
I was cleaning my watch, now the engines won’t start
Experts are on it, stay calm, have heart”
I wake up, confused as hell
What’s going on and why does it smell?
The temperature is high and it’s not just me
“Sorry ‘bout the heat, we got a busted AC”
“Perfect, the situation just got better”
I was worried about the time now I gotta watch the weather
“Look out the window, that isn’t right
The wings are on fire and we ‘bout to take flight!”
You’re full of it man that can’t be true
This plane was approved by a pro trained crew
He points outside I can’t believe my eyes
The motor is burning, the pilot is blind
I try to warn the people I’m interrupted
By the voice on the speaker that should be trusted
“Remain where you are this is under control
Stay in your seat and do what you’re told”
I point to the fire, we gotta get movin’
“The pilot wants to stay, he know’s what he’s doing”
We climb over heads and run to the exit
“If you need anything ring the flight attendant”
Look out! Do you see the flames?
Who will survive and who will remain?
Will you stay where you are with the seatbelt fastened
And calmly await, the fate, that’ll happen?
Or will you stand up and rise above the sheep
That are led to the slaughterhouse in their sleep
Will you learn from those that came before?
Life is on the line, the choice, yours
Back on the runway, doing fine
Compared to those that stayed behind
They burned to death strapped to the seat
Hands above the head looking down at their feet
They want to know how we stayed alive
Listen to yourself and maybe you will survive
Call me a hero, but I a’int much
You can be one too if you know who to trust
We got out, cuz we saw the smoke
And I can smell it today, coast to coast
I warn of the fire, you can choose to listen
Edutainment, my duty, my mission
Remember this every time they speak
You can’t control the ground beneath
So be prepared to protect your own
When lightning strikes and floods the throne
Look out! Do you see the flames?
Who will survive and who will remain?
Will you stay where you are with the seatbelt fastened
And calmly await, the fate, that’ll happen?
Or will you stand up and rise above the sheep
That are led to the slaughterhouse in their sleep
Will you learn from those that came before?
Life is on the line, the choice, yours
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Welcome to Hell Pt. II
01:43
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Mr. Montel, G in a cell
You can tell from the guards and the cigar smell
Number two on my list, but not from the smoke
Too much blow in his nose he overdosed
He once was the boss, many soldiers underneath
Now he’s kept alive by the skin of his teeth
Rob, murder, sell, anything for the dollar
Never thought twice, with his people in squalor
Your body, ruined, there is no hope
Due to expire when your arteries have choked
I got a solution to the problem of death
I’m a neuro specialist, I know I can help
I can take ya brain, attach it to my machine
So you can live forever with your favorite dreams
We’ll erase all the nightmares with my device
A sound investment at a reasonable price
He wants to remember when he first met his wife
Before his products ruined her life
Another couple digits in the account
Time to find out what my practice is about
All he can see, the demise of his love
Suffocating from the pipe, draining her blood
He watches her disintegrate again in his mind
Over and over ‘til the end of time
Another mind added to the collection
Only the baddest make the selection
I got no name the afterlife is what I sell
Mr. Montel, welcome to hell
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Another Gold Plaque
02:00
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I find a pair of stunnas when I’m walking down the street
Sunny sky, they’re fly, damn its good to be me
But then I put em on and everything changes
All black and white and it is the strangest
I’m shocked at first but now I feel refreshed
I’m wise to the game you can call it being blessed
So I wander, lost like an animal stray
When I see a big sign that says obey
I take em off, and the color comes back
A billboard for the new season of crap
Orders all around, the message, the same
Pleasant, exciting, embedded in the brain
Consume conform, no independent thought
Stay asleep and never question what authority has taught
I try to run away, no escape
So I duck into the diner cuz I think its safe
I look at all the glowing eyes and don’t know what to think
A bunch of hideous monsters in diamonds and mink
Brand new suits, pampered hair
Breaking bread with humans they’re everywhere
I run outside but it doesn’t make a difference
All ages and types they assimilate the gifted
I look at the reason why we all have a job
Plain and bold, this is your god
They live, we sleep
They got us all blinded glued to the seat
They live, we sleep
They run the whole world propaganda discreet
Take off the shades they don’t look outta place
Put em back on
They talk in their watches
I duck in the alley I can hear the sirens calling
Too late, he’s got a gun so he acts tough
“suppose we settle down” he’s calling for back up
its one of them, and he has the advantage
so I stick out my hands and he grins like a bandit
he lets his guard down clothesline in the neck
I take away his pistol and I shoot him in the chest
He falls, they die like we do
Once you wake up the disguise is see through
I catch another officer but this one is different
He has a human face and doesn’t know he’s enlisted
I take away the power, beat ya feet
Cock my new shotty and I walk out in the street
I look around, at all the other human faces
We’ve all got the stunnas cuz we’ve lost our patience
Time to kick out these space invaders
Who enslaved us with their pieces of paper
The aliens are scared, they can’t fight back
Their weapons are worthless we’ve ditched their crack
We march down the road, the army of the trill
And we won’t stop til we reach capitol hill
They live, we sleep
Time to organize the militia of the street
They live, we sleep
We’re taking it back right from under their feet
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Welcome to Hell Pt. III
01:40
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Viktor Bout, merchant of death
Blood is a hustle and he is the best
Traffiking illegal weapons, premium trade
Chaos, destruction, how to get paid
He escaped from the law with political connections
But that couldn’t stop the truck at the traffic intersection
Head-on collision, massive injuries sustained
Internally bleeding, slowly dying in pain
The clock is running out, you’ve gotta be scared
The other side is a mystery, are you prepared?
I always arrive right before you meet death
The story can’t end when you draw your last breath
I know a way out of the great equalizer
I net him in my web like a black widow spider
He wants to travel, nature, the passion
Without the deals to the rival factions
He wants to protect the habitat
With the billions made from slangin’ gats
A missile explodes, a battle erupts
Paradise burns and they can’t get enough
The warzone rages, in his mind
Over and over ‘til the end of time
Another mind added, to the collection
Only the baddest make the selection
I got no name the afterlife is what I sell
Viktor Bout, welcome to hell
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