Somebody's Watching Me

Produced by K.Flay Mixed by Jason Moss Written by K. Flaherty and A. Nielsen K.FLAY: Not two weeks ago in the mail I got a ticket From the Millbrae 5-0 listing crimes committed Had a picture of a lady in a car that wasn’t mine But somehow identities became intertwined Surveillance gone awry yo you got the wrong guy She was the one who was running red lights It’s a set up, the government’s corrupt Now my State Farm’s gonna go way up MC LARS: How you gonna run a stop light say it wasn’t you? Keeping civil peace is what my peeps and me are gonna do You’re flaunting all your liberties like they don’t mean a thing Writing angry raps just to try and make a scene But the government don’t like it when you talk mad trash Standing at the rally with a fat green sash Like “Free Iran”, think you’re Ayn Rand So we’ll trace your calls to deflate your evil plan CHORUS: In the walls, in the floors, in the halls, in the doors In the sky, in the car, late at night from afar Why you gotta be in my space? Just doing my job, keeping you safe On the phone line, email we know every detail ATM pin codes, all up in my Gmail It’s like hide and seek Can’t a girl get a little privacy? K.FLAY: Pentopticon they say it makes us safer from the Taliban But what we gonna do when all the laws are gone Lock so-called criminals in Azkaban, it goes on and on Diaries unloosed from underneath all the mattresses Strip search striped shirt, that’s only the half of it Slipshod shut close cases concocted How they seal the deal? Evidence Photoshopped it MC LARS: It’s 187 on the independent rapper Like Sister Souljah, hey let’s ask her Your words mean nothing, we’re not scared of this You’re either down with us, or you’re a terrorist So don’t believe the lies when you’re in a state of war And they’re breaking down your door like it was 1984 There’s no Oceanic double-speak contradiction because Big Brother loves you and Orwell wrote fiction CHORUS: In the walls, in the floors, in the halls, in the doors In the sky, in the car, late at night from afar Why you gotta be in my space? Just doing my job, keeping you safe On the phone line, email we know every detail ATM pin codes, all up in my Gmail It’s like hide and seek Can’t a girl get a little privacy? MC LARS: Stand up, line up, let them know that you’re here Check in, check out, and fumigate your fear Oh no, it’s fine Uncle Sam’s got your back Forget the US troops shot dead in Iraq CCTV everywhere all the time Cause the FBI is even tapping your rhymes Check philosophy from Socrates back in ancient Greece There’s no enlightenment if we can’t increase the peace K.FLAY: No privacy they got us locked down Satellites in the air spy cams on the ground Every village, every city, every town Tracking all our moves like a bloodhound Yeah we’re fucked as Huxley predicted Snapping pics, falsely convicted, innocents interdicted Kegs and wires similarly tapped No way to get your ass off the map CHORUS: In the walls, in the floors, in the halls, in the doors In the sky, in the car, late at night from afar Why you gotta be in my space? Just doing my job, keeping you safe On the phone line, email we know every detail ATM pin codes, all up in my Gmail It’s like hide and seek Can’t a girl get a little privacy?