Killah Priest
Heavy Mental
Information
[Killah Priest]
Information, no doubt
Information, no doubt, you know, it don't stop
Killah Priest the black sphinx, it don't stop
Information, information
Where ya gonna run, where ya gonna hide
When the truth comes down upon ya, you have to decide
Where ya gonna run, where ya gonna hide, information
When the truth comin down upon ya
You have to decide, you have to to decide
The information that will come in the laser scanners
And supermarket department stores and direct mail houses
Which will record every single item we purchase
Data about your daily habits
And movements will flow into the bee system
From spy satellites constantly circlin overhead
Watchin us like we're squirtin
666 database investigate
Entire race headed for a cyberspace
Riots breaks inside of empire states
Every move you make is recorded on tape
Some of us are wired, prisoned behind gates
Hidden miniature videos in a briefcase
Cameras will be recording our every activities
Indoors, outdoors, day and night
Obscenely invading our policy, our privacy
Stargazin cause Allah's far amazin
Than any greedy god of a pagan
Raised in synagogues of Satan, awaken with the starving nation
Left beat, scarred and shaken
Drop this education, my birth was foretold
Look deep within my wardrobe, embrase the crossroad
We once wore gold
But now we electric probes with silicon brains, synthetic
All faces are strange, pathetic
Check the eyes, a man can't even recognize his family
I blame it on humanity for this insanity
Spy satellites, the last battle for life
There's no day or night
CIA take samples of my DNA
New borns, grow horns, placed in uniforms
Shipped off to the military, where they killed and buried
Interactive TV sets will be watching us, just as we watch them
They will also report back to the beast computer at headquarters
Our telephone conversations will be automatically wiretapped
And transcripted by the national security agency
Honesty, modesty, poverty, famine, the sons of Amman
Deal with reprogrammin, iris scannin
Breakin out of Satan's bondage, with long garments
Like we bionic, no longer payin homage
Remember after 9-6 we wear biochips
Now it's 9-7, beware of armageddon
Bloodsheddin and beheadin
Head on head collision in the valley of decision
To lock the beast in prison
Where ya gonna run to, where you gonna hide
When the truth comes down upon ya, you will have to decide
Where ya gonna run to, where you gonna hide
When the truth come down upon you, you will have to decide
When that time comes, you will have to decide, information
Information, you will have to decide, information
Where you gonna run to, where you gonna hide
When the truth come a down upon you, you will have to decide
Information, information, information, information, information, information
Can you help me? I'm looking for a man
(A man, what's his name?)
Jesus, I must warn Him
(You're too late, even now He's before Pilot)
They found Him
(He was betrayed to them, and by one He loved and trusted
By his disciple who sat at his left hand)
Why?
(Because men are weak, because they're cursed with envy and cowardice
Because they can dream of truth but can not live with it
They doubt, they doubt the force... why must men betray themselves with doubts?
Tell the others, find them and tell them not to doubt
Even now, not to doubt
Tell them to keep their faith, they must keep faith)
Wait, tell who? Who are you?
(My name is Judas)
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