Sinflation Lyrics
| Song | Sinflation |
| Artist | Canibus |
| Album | Fait Accompli LP |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Intro:] | |
| Today, tomorrow, six months, next year | |
| They have always held the keys to your fears | |
| Fast-forward, decades later, blood, sweat and tears | |
| Are shed to the creator, but it was all made-up | |
| Generation after generation, tell me what changes | |
| History keeps repeating itself for ages | |
| [Verse 1:] | |
| He was driving a Tesla model S playing loud music | |
| He drove into an EMP storm and got electrocuted | |
| Trust fund lawyers were recruited, lawsuits were instituted | |
| “The electric car killed him”; prove it! | |
| Quantum evolution quantum conducive | |
| Quantum revolution rap music quantum electrocution | |
| Transformed him into a mutant, infrared eyesight lucid | |
| Sharpen the picture, fine-tune it or lose it | |
| God’s gift, optic oculus rift; look around your environment | |
| But keep your composure, now what do you think? | |
| I think it’s all gone to shit; these problems can’t be fixed | |
| I think the only solution is reset | |
| They say comply or die, regroup on your side | |
| Or mine and stop making excuses about why | |
| Keep an eye on the micro, but notice the macro | |
| The bottom line is our slave masters are assholes | |
| [Hook:] | |
| Today, tomorrow, six months, next year | |
| They have always held the keys to your fears | |
| Fast-forward, decades later, blood, sweat and tears | |
| Are shed to the creator, but it was all made-up | |
| It ain’t today, tomorrow, six months, or next year | |
| They enjoy playing off of all our fears | |
| Fast-forward, decades later, blood, sweat and tears | |
| Are shed to the creator, we don’t worship no paper | |
| [Verse 2:] | |
| Preach | |
| The higher the peak, the lower we are forced to dig deep | |
| The best outcome is always out of reach | |
| Do you agree to disagree about hope? ‘Course you don’t | |
| Believe everything they see, you’ll never see through the smoke | |
| You say you know the ledge, that’s just a theoretical edge | |
| To make the world a better place you need more than a pledge | |
| Trust no one, even yourself | |
| And this includes the person giving, receiving, or needing some help | |
| But you sold them your soul, and they stretched out your donut hole | |
| You only know what you were told, not what you behold | |
| The collapse is simultaneously triggered | |
| Now you know what it feels like to be a statistic | |
| Poor sons of bitches ain’t allowed to make decisions | |
| We’re middle-class midgets living off of Third World figures | |
| They say the economy’s grown | |
| But if you look there’s more vacant homes than homeless people living on the road | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 3:] | |
| You stop getting chances when you stop taking them | |
| So just follow your orders, never question who’s making them | |
| “Let us hold hands, let us pray with him”; excuse me, what’s your name again? | |
| “Okay, we’ll have another round of Jameson | |
| Drink up, rejoice, let’s pretend we always have a choice | |
| Cause we sure as hell never had a voice” | |
| The day of reckoning, your last will and testament | |
| Text-messaging emergency services still testing pings | |
| Black Swan psychologists could’ve been worse, they could’ve been communists | |
| Objection sustained, McCarthyism, counselor | |
| A complete monopoly, this is proper Hip-Hop verbosity | |
| Show you how it be and how it look to me | |
| They build, destroy, recycle, that’s how they get it done | |
| Vocal percussions, no interruptions, perfection | |
| Soundproof coffins, the haunted eavesdrop too often | |
| It’s always me and the Lord when I’m talking | |
| Taking long walks on winter beaches falling | |
| With splinters and blisters and the sound of whispering torment | |
| The guillotines are sharpening, their background music is ominous | |
| Laying there naked dying from insomnia | |
| Hungry ‘cause they’re starving us, gun sentries, hall monitors | |
| Droning and daunting, my dear long-armed darlings | |
| We are death-marching, ritual, sinister, barefoot prisoners | |
| Dig a hole so POWs can shit in it | |
| Prisoners during peacetime, peaceful and primitive | |
| We never could understand, what the fuck is a derivative? | |
| Admit it: we were all deceived with such relative ease | |
| Only because we dared to dream | |
| They stole control with a single act of multiple hacks | |
| They were literal, visceral, non-physical attacks | |
| City-wide but then the chaos metastasized to the countryside | |
| We cried, our Bill of Rights were nullified | |
| So miserable, so sad, I don’t ever think I’ve felt this bad | |
| Feelings are emotions, emotions are scams | |
| Wealth intimidates poor people more than violence | |
| So they hide it, I’ve been on both sides of the fence | |
| The common man changed to behave as a slave | |
| Reading alien waves in a daze on a Forex page | |
| When Braveheart was brought to King’s Court he was shackled in chains | |
| I heard him say “that was an unwinnable game” |
| Intro: | |
| Today, tomorrow, six months, next year | |
| They have always held the keys to your fears | |
| Fastforward, decades later, blood, sweat and tears | |
| Are shed to the creator, but it was all madeup | |
| Generation after generation, tell me what changes | |
| History keeps repeating itself for ages | |
| Verse 1: | |
| He was driving a Tesla model S playing loud music | |
| He drove into an EMP storm and got electrocuted | |
| Trust fund lawyers were recruited, lawsuits were instituted | |
| " The electric car killed him" prove it! | |
| Quantum evolution quantum conducive | |
| Quantum revolution rap music quantum electrocution | |
| Transformed him into a mutant, infrared eyesight lucid | |
| Sharpen the picture, finetune it or lose it | |
| God' s gift, optic oculus rift look around your environment | |
| But keep your composure, now what do you think? | |
| I think it' s all gone to shit these problems can' t be fixed | |
| I think the only solution is reset | |
| They say comply or die, regroup on your side | |
| Or mine and stop making excuses about why | |
| Keep an eye on the micro, but notice the macro | |
| The bottom line is our slave masters are assholes | |
| Hook: | |
| Today, tomorrow, six months, next year | |
| They have always held the keys to your fears | |
| Fastforward, decades later, blood, sweat and tears | |
| Are shed to the creator, but it was all madeup | |
| It ain' t today, tomorrow, six months, or next year | |
| They enjoy playing off of all our fears | |
| Fastforward, decades later, blood, sweat and tears | |
| Are shed to the creator, we don' t worship no paper | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Preach | |
| The higher the peak, the lower we are forced to dig deep | |
| The best outcome is always out of reach | |
| Do you agree to disagree about hope? ' Course you don' t | |
| Believe everything they see, you' ll never see through the smoke | |
| You say you know the ledge, that' s just a theoretical edge | |
| To make the world a better place you need more than a pledge | |
| Trust no one, even yourself | |
| And this includes the person giving, receiving, or needing some help | |
| But you sold them your soul, and they stretched out your donut hole | |
| You only know what you were told, not what you behold | |
| The collapse is simultaneously triggered | |
| Now you know what it feels like to be a statistic | |
| Poor sons of bitches ain' t allowed to make decisions | |
| We' re middleclass midgets living off of Third World figures | |
| They say the economy' s grown | |
| But if you look there' s more vacant homes than homeless people living on the road | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3: | |
| You stop getting chances when you stop taking them | |
| So just follow your orders, never question who' s making them | |
| " Let us hold hands, let us pray with him" excuse me, what' s your name again? | |
| " Okay, we' ll have another round of Jameson | |
| Drink up, rejoice, let' s pretend we always have a choice | |
| Cause we sure as hell never had a voice" | |
| The day of reckoning, your last will and testament | |
| Textmessaging emergency services still testing pings | |
| Black Swan psychologists could' ve been worse, they could' ve been communists | |
| Objection sustained, McCarthyism, counselor | |
| A complete monopoly, this is proper HipHop verbosity | |
| Show you how it be and how it look to me | |
| They build, destroy, recycle, that' s how they get it done | |
| Vocal percussions, no interruptions, perfection | |
| Soundproof coffins, the haunted eavesdrop too often | |
| It' s always me and the Lord when I' m talking | |
| Taking long walks on winter beaches falling | |
| With splinters and blisters and the sound of whispering torment | |
| The guillotines are sharpening, their background music is ominous | |
| Laying there naked dying from insomnia | |
| Hungry ' cause they' re starving us, gun sentries, hall monitors | |
| Droning and daunting, my dear longarmed darlings | |
| We are deathmarching, ritual, sinister, barefoot prisoners | |
| Dig a hole so POWs can shit in it | |
| Prisoners during peacetime, peaceful and primitive | |
| We never could understand, what the fuck is a derivative? | |
| Admit it: we were all deceived with such relative ease | |
| Only because we dared to dream | |
| They stole control with a single act of multiple hacks | |
| They were literal, visceral, nonphysical attacks | |
| Citywide but then the chaos metastasized to the countryside | |
| We cried, our Bill of Rights were nullified | |
| So miserable, so sad, I don' t ever think I' ve felt this bad | |
| Feelings are emotions, emotions are scams | |
| Wealth intimidates poor people more than violence | |
| So they hide it, I' ve been on both sides of the fence | |
| The common man changed to behave as a slave | |
| Reading alien waves in a daze on a Forex page | |
| When Braveheart was brought to King' s Court he was shackled in chains | |
| I heard him say " that was an unwinnable game" |
| Intro: | |
| Today, tomorrow, six months, next year | |
| They have always held the keys to your fears | |
| Fastforward, decades later, blood, sweat and tears | |
| Are shed to the creator, but it was all madeup | |
| Generation after generation, tell me what changes | |
| History keeps repeating itself for ages | |
| Verse 1: | |
| He was driving a Tesla model S playing loud music | |
| He drove into an EMP storm and got electrocuted | |
| Trust fund lawyers were recruited, lawsuits were instituted | |
| " The electric car killed him" prove it! | |
| Quantum evolution quantum conducive | |
| Quantum revolution rap music quantum electrocution | |
| Transformed him into a mutant, infrared eyesight lucid | |
| Sharpen the picture, finetune it or lose it | |
| God' s gift, optic oculus rift look around your environment | |
| But keep your composure, now what do you think? | |
| I think it' s all gone to shit these problems can' t be fixed | |
| I think the only solution is reset | |
| They say comply or die, regroup on your side | |
| Or mine and stop making excuses about why | |
| Keep an eye on the micro, but notice the macro | |
| The bottom line is our slave masters are assholes | |
| Hook: | |
| Today, tomorrow, six months, next year | |
| They have always held the keys to your fears | |
| Fastforward, decades later, blood, sweat and tears | |
| Are shed to the creator, but it was all madeup | |
| It ain' t today, tomorrow, six months, or next year | |
| They enjoy playing off of all our fears | |
| Fastforward, decades later, blood, sweat and tears | |
| Are shed to the creator, we don' t worship no paper | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Preach | |
| The higher the peak, the lower we are forced to dig deep | |
| The best outcome is always out of reach | |
| Do you agree to disagree about hope? ' Course you don' t | |
| Believe everything they see, you' ll never see through the smoke | |
| You say you know the ledge, that' s just a theoretical edge | |
| To make the world a better place you need more than a pledge | |
| Trust no one, even yourself | |
| And this includes the person giving, receiving, or needing some help | |
| But you sold them your soul, and they stretched out your donut hole | |
| You only know what you were told, not what you behold | |
| The collapse is simultaneously triggered | |
| Now you know what it feels like to be a statistic | |
| Poor sons of bitches ain' t allowed to make decisions | |
| We' re middleclass midgets living off of Third World figures | |
| They say the economy' s grown | |
| But if you look there' s more vacant homes than homeless people living on the road | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3: | |
| You stop getting chances when you stop taking them | |
| So just follow your orders, never question who' s making them | |
| " Let us hold hands, let us pray with him" excuse me, what' s your name again? | |
| " Okay, we' ll have another round of Jameson | |
| Drink up, rejoice, let' s pretend we always have a choice | |
| Cause we sure as hell never had a voice" | |
| The day of reckoning, your last will and testament | |
| Textmessaging emergency services still testing pings | |
| Black Swan psychologists could' ve been worse, they could' ve been communists | |
| Objection sustained, McCarthyism, counselor | |
| A complete monopoly, this is proper HipHop verbosity | |
| Show you how it be and how it look to me | |
| They build, destroy, recycle, that' s how they get it done | |
| Vocal percussions, no interruptions, perfection | |
| Soundproof coffins, the haunted eavesdrop too often | |
| It' s always me and the Lord when I' m talking | |
| Taking long walks on winter beaches falling | |
| With splinters and blisters and the sound of whispering torment | |
| The guillotines are sharpening, their background music is ominous | |
| Laying there naked dying from insomnia | |
| Hungry ' cause they' re starving us, gun sentries, hall monitors | |
| Droning and daunting, my dear longarmed darlings | |
| We are deathmarching, ritual, sinister, barefoot prisoners | |
| Dig a hole so POWs can shit in it | |
| Prisoners during peacetime, peaceful and primitive | |
| We never could understand, what the fuck is a derivative? | |
| Admit it: we were all deceived with such relative ease | |
| Only because we dared to dream | |
| They stole control with a single act of multiple hacks | |
| They were literal, visceral, nonphysical attacks | |
| Citywide but then the chaos metastasized to the countryside | |
| We cried, our Bill of Rights were nullified | |
| So miserable, so sad, I don' t ever think I' ve felt this bad | |
| Feelings are emotions, emotions are scams | |
| Wealth intimidates poor people more than violence | |
| So they hide it, I' ve been on both sides of the fence | |
| The common man changed to behave as a slave | |
| Reading alien waves in a daze on a Forex page | |
| When Braveheart was brought to King' s Court he was shackled in chains | |
| I heard him say " that was an unwinnable game" |
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