Frosted Perspeks

[Verse 1: Orifice Vulgatron] Yo! I’m feeling trapped like lab rats, scratching on frosted perspex Ultraviolet lamp on 24/7 never knowing if it’s day or night Vision of a criminal in the form of a shaman knight Living life fixed like programmed microbes Governed by lies who just hide behind their white robes My mind knows better but we choose to walk the tightrope Eyes wide open but we’re shadowed by the blindfold We see the truth unlike those barristers in cheap suits Who see that we could use these opportunities to reap the loot Read the newspaper, watch the telly like we’re hypnotised Less concerned with famine and some ghetto ... Prison life riddled with innocent minds being being victimised Sodomised little lies result in getting killed with knives Feeling spite, spill the blood of parents as their children cry Strange that people choose to lose and live I’d rather win and die [Hook: Lena] I travelled the world 10 times and all I seen is pain Come back home to find nothing but my peeps in vain Feels different even though I know the streets the same Seeing faces change you know they’re trying to do is beat the game Travelled the world 10 times and all I seen is pain Come back home to find nothing but my peeps in vain Feels different even though I know the streets the same Seeing faces change you know they’re trying to do is beat the game [Verse 2: Orifice Vulgatron] Just ‘cos he’s richer, don’t make him a better man Feel twice as good as everything I have is second hand Heavy headed bredders get beheaded as I tread the land Deafening the masses it’s the savage from the Beggar fam Hate began to swell from the second that this quest began Every man for himself, it’s death if you don’t understand Blood and fish shakes, our timid spirits hidden in the sand Ice caps melting phase one of God’s bigger plan Who’s it gonna be? You or me? Fuck authority Honestly I don’t give a raas, suck my prophecy Every damn politician man needs a lobotomy Heard you wanna take me down gwa! take a shot at me My verbal acid burns malice into broken flesh Standing at the gates of your demise you wish you’d spoken less The pressure’s getting drastic I’ve seen man groping plastic breasts Sado-masochists and spastic pets having sex [Hook] [Verse 3: Orifice Vulgatron] I’m a ... I handle cunts with bats, you lacking punch Just strangle ... Babylon This lack of understanding baby why we choose to burn our lungs Step with more precaution from the men who speak in foreign tongues So hurry down ‘cos memory lane waits in silence Time for break the chain, shake the dust off your eyelids A violent way lies afoot, these troubled times Where the boss men are cowering, cellars made for wines Steady grind, sitting tight reminiscing 'bout the better days I’m pretty tired of being a slave to what the letter says It’s time for change, make way for the truth now It’s time for you to feel the pain of the youth now You run your government on somebody’s earnings and Burn a whole nation for what’s under their burning sands Turning out propaganda slogans with vermin scams As far as learning sights our lives are governed by discerning brands [Hook] [Outro] I grab the mic and express thoughts that’s deep I grab the mic and express thoughts that’s deep I grab the mic and express thoughts that’s deep I grab the mic and express thoughts that’s deep I grab the mic and express thoughts that’s deep I grab the mic and express thoughts that’s deep Once again I grab the mic and express thoughts that’s deep I grab the mic and express thoughts that’s deep I grab the mic and express thoughts that’s deep