Binance

Hypocritical (Methods Of Mayhem)

Power to the positive people Please push your panic buttons Stop the press, it's those hypocritical judge And condemning preacher, with pens behind the desk We protest against their negative stress, time time Time to get that shit off our chest, I know that violence Don't fix drama, if you wanna have that good karma Go ask your mama, did you uncover your third eye? Yeah and utilized my mental telepathy to get them away From T-Lee and the rest of the posse Click, click camera flash, freeze, frame a time From the past or if I had a gat, I probably would blast But livin' life like that, probably would not last 'Cause somebody one day onto them leave you left Deep in the ground, your last tour date in a casket With quadro sounds Who sets the standards? Who sets the lines? Who you? Or do they rule yer minds? The snitches, the bitches be takin' advantages Of the chances that they be giving confidentiality T-Bone gave a brotha love and he turned that shit into 10 gs And now it's he who sails the seven seas Left us in the studio trackin' our tracks And we're getting freaky-o Paparazzi got a satellite 24-7 on my home-o Uh-oh, with a direct line that goes directly live to the Tonight show, where they prep like chefs Cuttin' and choppin' with their fake ass voice-o's Yeah and supporting a low life sucka Who stole a video tape of my brotha And his wife without they clothes Now they pack that shit in the publics nose But ironically, my fellow peeps burn the trash up at our shows Who sets the standards? Who sets the lines? Who keeps feeding us ethnic separation tax Levels n levels of occupation were all Significant parts in this universal creation Who sets the standards? Who sets the lines? Who you? Or do they rule yer minds? See, we sick and tired of they tricks, we use in Voodoo On the whole rag-mag click and that hardcopy shit here We're gonna give 'em a real topic for the new millennium real quick Who sets the standards? Who sets the lines?