Yo, they laced my mind with a dose of control

Now I spit like a wiretap buried in soul

Yo, MK ultra, but I broke that spell

Now I see through the smoke, this America's hell

Yeah, they tried to play God in a lab coat fit

But the outlaw prophets ain't scared of that shit

We rise like visions they can't decode

Truth run deep and the rebels cold

Yo, they laced my mind with a dose of control

Now I spit like a wiretap buried in soul

MK ultra, but I broke that spell

Now I see through the smoke, this America's hell

Yeah, they tried to play God in a lab coat fit

But the outlaw prophets ain't scared of that shit

We rise like visions they can't decode

Truth run deep and the rebels cold

Government ghosts in the needles and tabs

They fed it to kids, turned peace into laughs, yeah

Tested the vets, the hippies, the crooks

Ripped out sanity and wrote it in books

I read the files, black ink and red tape

Projects so deep, it could be in your face

Flipped in your drink, now you speaking in tongues

Reality glitching, see the CA run

DMT dreams, acid rain on the brain

Thought I saw God in the freeway lane

Or maybe it's trauma, all wrapped in a flag

Why they profit off prisons and body bags

From Haight Street

From Haight-Ashbury to Harlem blocks

They studied the people like lab rats in locks (yeah)

Used Tim Leary as a Trojan route

To the students while they doubt and the truth got out (yeah)

MK tried to fracture the mind

But it birthed a new era, third eye blind

Now the streets got shamans in Timberland boots

Spittin' gospels and booths with forbidden truths

We ain't just thugs, we the mirrors you fear

We're psilocybin bars for the deaf to hear

Every trip is a riot, every rhyme's a spark

Godlight in the ink and revenge in the dark

No wound

They laced my mind with a dose of control

Now I spit like a wiretap buried in soul (in soul)

Yeah, MK ultra, but I broke that spell

Now I see through the smoke, this America is hell

Yeah, they tried to play God in the lab coat fit

But the outlaw prophets ain't scared of that shit

We rise like visions they can't decode

Truth run deep and the rebels cold

We the ghosts of a program they tried to erase

Raised in the ruins, still scarred in the face

But we saw the machine and we cracked the gear

Now the sound of rebellion is crystal clear