Description
This rap song was a protest against the attempt to control our creative process through the genre system.
Style
Electronic
Recording
Lyrics
What is?
Times are lookin’ tough, you gotta stop, take a long had look upon yourself
’cause you’ve been had by the powers that be, and think that only God will set you free
So stop reading Alex Jones all night, and take a look outside your window at the ground
And realize that your demise ignores that chances their that will be found
Now all the rockers and the fans of rap, we can unite around a purpose, common goals
We must incinerate those wicked ones, who plan a world that is boring with no soul
They feed those lies to us, that compromise is a productive way to live
Why can’t they understand that we’ve already given them all we’ve to give
How could it be our identities would be considered as a threat to common good
How insecure of your personal life must you be to make the theory they would
I cannot understand this plea, to rid the world of all of its variety
Stop thinking that we live our lives, comparing every little choice to others’ voice
Now dance
Oh yeah
Credits
Music by Victor Fisher