Emmanuel Goldstein

Lyrics

[Verse: Bigg Jus] This rap shit ain't the same no more The life is a pitch, when you strung out on that D-List VIPing with Lindsey Lohan some tri-sexual televangelist You living in a trailer park where America got talent Life scraping the bottom of the barrel and came up off a shit sandwich Or Emmanuel Aggasi, the mind is a mine filled with famine From the uterus snoop on took a diver, heed the words Of the worshipper master following the script of programming [?] vision, Jesus in the age of greed of reverse technology After you factoring the fearing of [?], king spitter Spitting light years ahead of reality This is neck Caesar's finale, or desperate housewives Living a surreal life high on Percosets swapping spouses But I see you got a clear eye, sheeple The roach had been replaced the eagle atop Your nation's symbol of virtuous moralistic evil With seven-hundred torches and clubs waiting patiently Outside the Christian cathedral to greet you Darkness so forgeably invisible it's see through Your version of God 2.0 is a vengeful vindictive thug Who feeds on idle worship and the love of dollars Like Judas stood up drunken at the last supper And Christian pathfinders sin anoint the [?] scholar Preaching that fucking chosen few PKA the kaballah The rest of y'all get electros imbedded inside the blue collar You just a useless eater, a follower, from the conveyer belt Headed towards the inevitable fall, a bow and arrow Space assembly line cog, there's an animal planet When the window to your small world faces a brick wall What's all the Oscars for, casbahed millionaires in the slums dog You got it confused, what's up with the celebrity GD Celebrity dom move, all flagged up Miami ink one-thousand Tattoos, to Hell's Kitchen, put the order out and label that ass food Now you a predicate vegetarian, a vegetable feeding out of a tube And even your little man be like that's hella ass rude But I don't stop I mash the verse too Reality is a overload, engineered to breakdown your mental state And overwhelm you like Clay Aiken eating edible panties Off of lugers stuttered in Flava Flav, and you just realized You trapped on a rickety ferris wheel from hell with no escape Subliminally beating you senseless upside the five sense Pavlov's rottweiler, open program is relentless, that's why The third world get plenty of Coca Cola and satellite dishes Want reality unscripted, disconnect the cable service and Larry the cable guy come up missing RYP [?] You just a average fucking Joe, you heartless, don't let Us take it back to Rome out the Colosseum rocking Flip flops and brawling lions, who draw and quarter that ass To see who's a survivor, you in the favela, the heroes got eyes This ain't temptation island, fools stay lost around here They tied twenty-four hours, Jack Bauer don't even be Coming out of hiding, your bootleg YouTube tapes Your snitching on yourself stop lying, bring you baking pans Life ain't no cake walk, you don't see Joey from Cheetahs Coming from the project knocking on doors When quite possibly behind it is a car bomb scope AR Casting where your daddy's at, your little one will be like Daddy's in heaven dancing with the stars, rap prophets is down Time to mask up, repeat the mantra, one-ninety-nine For American Idol, here's the big brother anthem