Dead Prez: These are the times

Verse 1: The televisions have eyes Your modern religion is live Plotting a collision world wide Watch the hour glass, the power class Showing currency for world supremacy Burroughs is burned down deliberately, son We ain't about whats devil level Smell the gun metal King to mo' man I read mouths, Satan Feel the foul taste that run on my tongue Burn a L for everyone of my sons There so much more than just herb in my lungs Similar to spilt Mercury, With enough force They could've killed Hercules This whole nation was built Virtually, from capital to captivity The earth could be the modest ?? You not listening It's cold outside They got the whole South side Using bar codes, Military blocks on all the state roads And worse, somebody's chold got hung They took his pants off, Covered his whole body with ants, and cut his hands off The type of shit that have your brain bleedin' They about to start scanning the back of niggas hands And get your vein readin' They call it New World Order But, son, this game is in the fourth quarter World War 3, don't drink the water Because... Chorus: These are the times that try a nigga sole Population control, We wasting time chasing gold They after more than your mind They want your nation as a whole It's time to take of the blindfold(I know) x2 (A thousand men, a thousand sorrows) Verse 2: These are the times that try my thug sole White collar crime Deaf tones, gold, and drug sold The truth is never told I call it black Holocaust Some say all is lost But in the end Your life is all it costs Pronounce counter ?? Global 2000 ??, what they plan to do In case of emergency They building mad prisons with urgency Son, I solemnly swear They keep them slugs in the air Until they murder me Shut down the government Revelutionaries be lovin' it Clinton flee the country in a bubblejet Trouble is yet to come, For each crime, they tryin' niggas three times Then probably prosecute me for this rhyme International nickel and dime hustlers Move weight and muscle us around But my army bustin' rounds Shells covered the ground for miles Street ?? from here to Capitol Hill And you can read it on a dollar bill Chorus I know(I know) The time(the time) They trying to take this world(world) Of mine(Yeah) x2 Verse 3: They breakin' windows out with canisters of tear gas Put out the cannabis We fighting canibals with silver badges I feel the madness in the wind Like a premonition Dee got the ammunition Puffin' reefer while we cleaning pieces None of my niggas don't believe in Jesus We fight a war against the ?? Chevrolet Caprices Whatever way we find feasible Sometime shit be unbelievable I'm seeing skeletons in parked vehicles Put all the terrible types behind sandbags My philosophy is much more than snatch your handbag I'm talkin' shit like hand-to-hand, Man-to-man, clan-for-clan What side you stand? Some of us will breakdown mentally Some of us will pass away Overwhelmed by injuries But our victory is meant to be I studied the signs for twenty-two years And this is what it meant to me Chorus x2 I know(I know) The time(the time) They tryin to take this world(world) Of mine x2