Tune In

You heard Osama got a weather machine
bought a new umbrella with my color the screen
and sadam act like the mafia Don
dont touch that dial we run to Vietnam
cool calm on a recon mission
out the work place been gone fishing
heading upstream make you forget home
hungry man dinner chronic fatigue syndrome
you all alone no one to relate to
like even your old lady act askew
world on crutches limping on it's axis
grandpa pitch a tent doing his taxes
scared tactics loop under the mattress
I got guns and internet access
pop divas do drugs and act rude
wear pretty little clothes dance and drop school
I'm makin moves in the land of milk and honey
overcast day nose still runny
come rain and shine please remain calm
dont touch that dial they're gonna drop the bombs.

now this just in
take one on the chin
hip hop mischief huckulbery fin
chuckles and laughs form poisonous gas
second class citizen take two and pass
natives are restless express slang
got excess baggage still love cocaine
hard to maintain harder to let go
they fucking up my city for vendettas and petrol
retro fitted got loop juice aquited
pitted against all odds still committed
hair loss silicone botox kiss' is call
1 800 I-dentity crisis
act now react later way to hate fast lose too late!
so your homegirl's up in harms in harms way
red alert bring the alarm bombs away
duck and cover you might get burned
ive seen a thousand points of no return
tune in your now rocking with the calm
dont touch that dial they're gonna touch the bombs

you got them post war blues
still confused
daytime drama sitcom news
still buried in the trenches refuse to loose
aroused from the capitol with rights to choose
product placement
sex is tasteless
still less filling the enemies faceless
a joke in the office and he aint all that
and the new American pastime is rap
stop the presses look another titty
got your homeboy and aint life pretty?
we all rock synthetics to bear the cold
you act like rellox but your barely old
ultra violence a moment of silence
from down with the king to down with the tyrants
cant trust the system we still cant count
cause they bucking down kids when school is out
head for the hills another cold front chill
collection of sorrow and unpaid bills
detonation read a new nation
and this whole damn city need a vacation