Lyrics: Aiden David Hadfield
Music: Xavier Herment
Hip hop trooper trekking lands separating the real from these palookas
Joining humanity’s hands to fight the polluters with bazookas
Making rebelutions to get out of what we used to
Back to the root of the real issue of destructive souls looser
Than thug-boozer geezers in stolen land cruisers ceasing
Token moments like Ides of March you get tooken, you best believe it
Havoc brain-teaser orientated mind-jog
Why rob when you can ask? 'Cause they don’t give
My job is the task to force evil apparitions out lyrically without a pause
No hesitation
Eye on like cyclops
Working hard for the cause
Red tape slices to pass laws
Clock politricks and whores of the shytstem
Exploiting those who hear and don’t listen
Work them to the wishbone-broken to gain that something they weren’t even missing
Earn from the sweat of the brow
Learn from the greenthumbs who ploughed for themselves
Planted seeds in soil to grow trees and crop in toil
To save for slow seasons to stop hunger because food was oil
It's just an automatic brainspill
Spill through my inkwell
Sweet like sugar cane fields
Bitter to the stomach
Somehow you hate it
Somehow you love it
It's just an automatic brainspill
Spill through my inkwell
Sweet like sugar cane fields
Bitter to the stomach
Somehow you hate it
Somehow you love it
Part of working harder, smarter, for humanity’s easy targets
Innocent individuals are pawns and meat in a market
We’ve started
This is something we’ve got to finish
Not a martyr yet but maybe one day I will get it
Earth, hell, heaven
For what it's worth heaven and hell
I can't tell
Get rid of the spell so we can spell it out easy
A shell or mask won't simplify the task or lie
Will only leave mad in the mind
Undercover brother from another mother ready to help
Don’t stutter, wonder where I got the love for this hell
Hacking, tracking, fishing for clues, roasting
Enemies boasting the sugar coating as approaching
Insides rotten aims forgotten
Slow coasting along downfall coasts to rock bottom
Unplanned happenings, but still bumping heads and stamping feet like Rumplin
Stuck in something we can't unthink - schmuck
It's just an automatic brainspill
Spill through my inkwell
Sweet like sugar cane fields
Bitter to the stomach
Somehow you hate it
Somehow you love it
It's just an automatic brainspill
Spill through my inkwell
Sweet like sugar cane fields
Bitter to the stomach
Somehow you hate it
Somehow you love it
Stop at nothing to give a peaceful mind to peeps
Happy and free to be their rightful identities
Endless possibilities in arms of the holder in hands of the maker
Future revoluters, rule breakers, chance takers slew fakers and fakeness
And blatant two facers pass pon left and hence related no kak
It's blak-a-blak-a! When it comes to the haters
Calling for peace as I slaughter system Darth Vader
With statement
Can't put off 'til later
Fill 'em into the loop, before they slew souls to drown what lives
And crown the kings who allow the filth
I coo the power hungry few who do the walking on stilts
Can't talk what they feel
It's the diplomacy deal
Can't chat the full truths
And thus, can't deal real
Too much info you feel to conceal
Controlling masses at subliminal ransoms 'til on standstills
Real recognise real
Leave wackness cancelled
It's just an automatic brainspill
Spill through the inkwell
Sweet like sugar cane fields
Bitter to the stomach
Somehow you hate it
Somehow you love it
It's just an automatic brainspill
Spill through the inkwell
Sweet like sugar cane fields
Bitter to the stomach
Somehow you hate it
Somehow you love it