[Hook: Oracle]
Invisible to your visual eye, critical to your
Physical signs, the principle behind your animal cry
What you say is predictable, why?
What you listen to conditions you rhyme after rhyme
Picking up subliminals time after time
Programmed musical individuals you are
Programmed musical individuals you are
Programmed musical individuals you are
[Verse 1: Kimani]
Lost in a romance wills, and this is pain
All of our children have now gone insane
Getting raised by television, crave the television
Commercials gonna make ‘em turn a slave to television
They made them televisions, controlled them like a puppet
Kids is watching Speed instead of Muppets, little girls is gonna
Grow to be strumpets, young dudes will sell drugs
Throw a bandana on and play wannabe thug. Now ain't it bugged
How the old shit is back as the new shit?
Turns into a new hit, and then it gets old quick
Recycled ways in these recycled days
On your radio station where some psycho plays just
The same 40 songs from the same 10 artists
On the same 5 labels, slinging lies and fables
And your money gets stuck to the gum under the table
It's the same bullshit, be it magazine or cable, so
This year, we declare war on rap radio
Shut down your system, free your mind from the prison
Got you sitting there pacified. Oh shit, another
Rapper died, emcees don't know whether to laugh or cry
What are you standing for? What are you here for?
Just another worker ant caught up in the circumstance
And they make the circus dance ‘til you crave ass
Titties, Mountain Dew, and some fucking Gap circus pants
[Hook: Oracle]
Invisible to your visual eye, critical to your
Physical signs, the principle behind your animal cry
What you say is predictable, why?
What you listen to conditions you rhyme after rhyme
Picking up subliminals time after time
Programmed musical individuals you are
Programmed musical individuals you are
Programmed musical individuals you are
[Verse 2: Oracle]
Welcome to a world full of love, light, and black
That stem from triple dark before they strike the match
For addicts spaced-out on status, full of these emcees who claim
They own the mic apparatus, bragging to see who's baddest
But what for? Full of war, full of peace
Full of panic, too much for our planet to manage, Mark of the Beast
Code of the streets: guard your mind, hands, and feet
‘Cause when the chips released, privacy will cease. Do you see
What I see?, Full of hate, full of crime
Full of HIV, full of skippy nickels and dimes
Full of artificial highs, full of American pie
Full of true lies, full of blue skies, full of bigots claiming
They colorblind, full of private eyes
Full of gossip and bribes, full of fallguys, full of hard
Rocks who get liquified. The truth I inscribe on your mind
Then I watch that imprint rise
From night to daylight, ignite mics within range of sight
Who am I? Focus on the rhymes tight
No need for image, spite the fact that most acts just bite
The money-making tracks, that's their right. I choose
To take flight through the mind's eye, enlight
Myself in darkness to see your bright sparks spit
Spit, spit to see your bright sparks spit
Spit, spit to see your bright sparks
[Hook: Oracle] (x2)
Invisible to your visual eye, critical to your
Physical signs, the principle behind your animal cry
What you say is predictable, why?
What you listen to conditions you rhyme after rhyme
Picking up subliminals time after time
Programmed musical individuals you are
Programmed musical individuals you are
Programmed musical individuals you are
