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Who needs a chip on a wrist? | When you're packing a cellie | With you all the time
Who needs a chip on a wrist? When you're packing a cellie With you all the time The government already in your mind Check the millennium design Niggas got us all for pennies on a dime You could say that I'm bugged out Tripping on a rhyme But every time you log in Your privacy will decline You could hide behind the sidelines High rise and skylines I told you, highlight, but my lines Have warned you The world wide web Got you flies on the thread And the camera on your Mac Is like eyes to a fed You remember when I said When it's over J Edgar Hoover nowdays look like Hova, get it Undercovers look just like us They play the part like they your dog But it's all for the anti-bust That's why I'm always so anti-trust We could have a drink But don't think you could get by us This is a dawn of a new age Mad motherfucking mind control News stayed glued to the front page Rage vocals, sway God, they raw Wage war with officials Fuck all of y'all A chip on the wrist is just a hit on the list And I'm a shit on the hit With a flick of the fist Conspiracy soldiers remain on call (Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da) Fingerprint, unlocking you E-Y-E phone Keeps your girl out But the government deep though Even if you hitting delete though They get enough info for the RICO Probably finito Conspiracy for crime And they don't need a dime They know what you're saying And what you said, it's on the line Even if the GPS is not live You cannot hide blunt white lies Got y'all blind Open up ya eyes like mine Try snitching on lock Get you caught up and the feds don't mind Pictures of dope, flicks of nines Pigs will take note 'Cause they've been following you this whole time Careful with the frequencies you put out You know they've been always trying to take the hood out They gettin' info straight from the source And will pull out Files that you sent Good luck trying to pull out This is a dawn of a new age Mad motherfucking mind control News stayed glued to the front page Rage vocals, sway God, they raw Wage war with officials Fuck all of y'all A chip on the wrist is just a hit on the list And I'm a shit on the hit With a flick of the fist Conspiracy soldiers remain on call (Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da) The simplest shit ain't plain to see The simplest shit ain't plain to see The simplest shit ain't plain to see Man down, man down, the enemy dies for free
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