Looptroop: Government music

Well I got things to do/ and people got things to say/Said I got work to do/ and the people find time to play/Babylon system is stuck in a slow modem/why yall persisting to fuck with the Promoe when/No rapper that rise against me shall ever prosper/rhymes written in the bible, revolutionary rasta/Take an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth/I tell a lie for a lie and a truth for a truth/I spit a line after line over loop after loop/to make your mind intertwine with brain food at the root/Cus we all gotta eat but I ain't sellin' my soul/cus man can't live by them belly alone/I'm hard to reach trust no cellular phones/cus the government agents wanna follow we 'round/Electronic transmittors picked up by satelites/I'm writing rhymes in a room lit up by candle lights/ And I'm spittin... in the wind, of changin' times/in the name of unchaining minds/Chorus:All of a sudden when you sick/ off all of that government music/Just call and I'll come with that new shit/just call if you love revolutions/Call on this sub level nuisance/ball you could bloody well lose it/Come on call if you run with a crew which/is armed with a gun and a full clip/Pointed at the business give me points and tour support/and creative control or end up in the war report/Us against them David versus Goliath/I'm bustin' at them aim at jerks with cold fire/Old pirates rob I of my songs of freedom/songs that we've done Promoe comes from Sweden/Needn't no further introduction/in a world of wack music my shit serve as interruptions/ Short breaks from a reality that's really unreal/where record companies want you to sign a dumb deal/Then they're swallowing your following like a bottle in a fridge/they suck you dry and leave your body in a ditch/They steal your golden days then when you're old and grey/they done found new blood to mold and clay/And if you're bold and play make sure you read the terms/a life long contract till you feed the worms/ChorusYo you can call me on the 1-800 hotline/listen closely go out and cop mine/Or you the type to drop dimes and call the cops? fine/bring your glocks, nines ain't nothing can stop mine/Though life is one big road with alot of stop signs/and I carry a big load as long as I rock rhymes/I do not mind, the bullshit: behind/love will conquer all evil/It's easier for Heavy D to enter through the eye of a needle/than for the government to be buying my people/Your smile is deceitful, plastic, colgate white/get it smashed if your flow ain't tight/Now if that happen to me I'd spit blood on the tracks/till it's cluttered with facts and women cuddle the wax/Love to the max physical and spiritual/natural, lyrical miracle/ChorusWell I got things to do/ and people got things to say/Said I got work to do/ and the people find time to play/