(To see a black rock band like, um)

(Who the fuck was this, man?)

(Man, who in the fuck is this fucking group, man?)

(What year you talking?)

(Uh, '90s)

(Living Color, you mean?)

(Who?)

(Living Color?)

(Living fucking Color)

(Living fucking Color)

(Find me another ro-, find me another black rock band)

(Fishbone, Mos Def tried to do a rock band)

(Find me another rock band, seriously)

We're livin' like we're programmed

Like TV's our reality

We can't escape the program

They only show us what they want us to see

Sittin' in my easy chair

I'm barely breathing

Back against the wall

You layin' on me heavy

Like I'm, like I'm

Like I'm your whippin' boy

I am the program

On a big screen

You just wanna use me, use me, yeah

And it's a

Limited time offer with no guarantee

I'm just the sucker in this scheme

We're livin' like we're programmed

Like TV's our reality

We can't escape the program

They only show us what they want us to see

Make me insensitive

My world, my face

Don't care how you feel

The latest gossip in the bozo line

You take up all my time

I can say what I want

Unidentified

I don't care how you feel

It's my agenda

I do what I want, do what I want

I don't care who I offend

Yeah, America

Yeah, let's get into it

Check

Yo, I got authority hatred

'Cause probably the majority's racist

Against the minority races

For the problems to be resolved in the races

Gonna take more than the March on Washington state

Or Al Sharpton's debates

Cops always harass the brothers

They like Clorox bleach, Good for whites, bad for colors

So when they ask to search us, I get nervous

'Cause my gran was shot down by the people hired to protect and serve us

Went from enlightenment to a dark zone

Millions of dumb people walkin' 'round with a smart phone

Everybody dressin' the same, is y'all clones?

Like we're wearin' a uniform

Bein' unique is rare as a unicorn

Refuse to do the norm and just accept yourself

Stop tryna be like everybody else, accept yourself

You free your mind, you do anything that you wish to

Ignorance is bliss, I refuse to be blissful, man

I can't wait till it's over

I can't take no more

Got me runnin' in circles

Got to get you out my head

Get you out my head

(War declared)

(The US is now officially in an information battle)

(The days of media monopoly are over)

(We are in an information war)

(And we are losing that war)

(I'll be very blunt in my assessment)