One Nation under God Has turned into One Nation under the influence Of one drug Television, the drug of the Nation Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation On television, the drug of the Nation Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation T.V., it's satellite links Our United States of unconciousness Apathetic therapeutic and extremely addictive The methadone metronome pumping out A hundred and fifty channels twentyfour hours a day You can flip through all of them And still there's nothing worth watching T.V. is the reason why less than ten percent of our Nation reads books daily Why most people think Central America Means Kansas Socialism means unamerican And Apartheid is a new headache remedy Absorbed in it's world it's so hard to find us It shapes our minds the most Maybe the mother of our Nation Should remind us That we're sitting to close to Television, the drug of the Nation Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation On television, the drug of the Nation Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation T.V. is The stomping ground for political candidates Where bears in the woods Are chased by Grecian Formula'd Bald eagles T.V. is mechanized politic's Remote control over the masses Co-sponsered by environmentally safe gases Watch for the PBS special It's the perpetuation of the two party system Where image takes precedence over wisdom Where sound bite politics are served to The fastfood culture Where straight teeth in your mouth Are more important than the words That come out of it Race baiting is the way to get selected Willie Horton or Will he not get elected on Television, the drug of the Nation Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation On television, the drug of the Nation Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation T.V. is it the reflector or the director? Does it imitate us or do we imitate it Because a child watches fifteen hundred murders before he's Twelve years old and then we wonder how we've created A Jason generation that learns to laugh Rather than abhor the horror T.V. is the place where Armchair generals and quarterbacks can Experience first hand The excitement of video warfare As the theme song is sung in the background Sugar sweet sitcoms That leave us with a bad actor taste while Pop stars metamorphosize into soda pop stars You saw the video You heard the soundtrack Well now go buy the soft drink Well, the only cola that I support Would be a union C.O.L.A. (Cost of Living Allowance) On Television Television, the drug of the Nation Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation On television, the drug of the Nation Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation Back again, "New and Improved" We return to our irregularly programmed schedule Hidden cleverly between heavy breasted Beer and car commericals CNN ESPN ABC TNT but mostly B.S. Where oxymoronic language like "Virtually spotless" "fresh frozen" "Light yet filling" and "military intelligence" Have become standard T.V. is the place where phrases are redefined Like "recession" to "necessary downturn" "Crude oil" on a beach to "mousse" "Civilian death" to "collateral damages" And being killed by your own Army Is now called "friendly fire" T.V. is the place where the pursuit Of happiness has become the pursuit of trivia Where toothpaste and cars have become sex objects Where imagination is sucked out of children By a cathode ray nipple T.V. is the only wet nurse That would create a cripple Television, the drug of the Nation Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation On television, the drug of the Nation Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation On television, the drug of the Nation Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation On television, the drug of the Nation Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation

(Feat. Ricky D, Poppy, Trae, U-Neek, Scooby, Paul Wall, Y) [Talking] Yeah, you bitch ass niggaz can't breathe huh We taking all, after marks mayn It's the Mista-Mista, in your motherfucking face Repping this dub, S-L-A-B And the motherfucking A.B.N Putting it in your back, you back stabbing bitches Yeah, so try and breathe motherfuckers [Hook x2] You niggaz won't breathe, if my niggaz don't eat We can take it to the streets, if you niggaz want beef My niggaz don't sleep, my niggaz gon ride And y'all niggaz gon die, if you really wanna try [Poppy] For seven years I've been running this race, running in place Through suffering hate, struggling waiting for something to shake And it's nothing to the Bay, as far as talent's concerned Haven't you heard, we known to this mental law challengers You been testing my patience, now I'ma challenge yours Look at my bloodline, bitch I'm known to damage curves Check out my pedigree, this is what I was bread to be Fuck being celebrities, just give me the feddy please I'm bout that getty-green, and getting it by any means Scoob, 'Nique and Pop mayn that Grit Boy Trinity It's no hope for you bitch niggaz, surrender please Trae, hit 'em with that semi-automatic symphony [Trae] It's mandatory, these niggaz on the verge of a temper-tantrum Cause I ran inside this bitch, and skeeted out with another anthem Raw ain't it, I let these niggaz breathe for a minute But now Slow Loud And Bangin' back, and we gon fight to the finish Fuck a script see I'ma blitz, and stick you hoes where you standing at Don't know the Terror Squad, but I'm gon have you hoes leaning back Now breathe, you bitches got me sick to the stomach And all this speaking with your hands, gon get you six to the stomach Gutter related with the Grit, so now the fan finna get ya Ain't it no way we gon let up hope, everyone of 'em hit ya Now walk with that, busted up ass old industry nigga And I'm a asshole, ain't no way to finish me nigga [Hook x2] [Unique] It's all trill for real, I'm so hood Same spot same corner, it's all good I got haters, so you might as well take a number It's fakers everywhere, and I can't let 'em take me under That's why, it's only wonder How to bring the heat like the summer, keep reaching from us to us Yeah, I'm smoother than a 75 Lincoln with the suicide do's, bitch you ain't know We spit vivid flows, spit it how we live it bro And I don't really think, you get the picture though I let my figgas grow, Russell Simmons mindframe But you'll get rushed with the semi's, fuck with mine mayn [Scooby] The block in me, built for a sky to read Had a lot of fake partnas, but not Unique Plus Poppy got my back, Trae asking where they at Then he call up S.L.A.B., them go get the gats If you fuck with me, you can get touched quickly If you ain't know by now, nigga we run the city It's mo', than the music fool You can end up, on the motherfucking news at noon dude You think you Bishop on the juice, mayn you not him Niggaz gon catch you, and really put your butt at brim And the clouds all that loud talk, you can get fouled out of the game Knock your ass down, like a sample of caine mayn [Hook x2] [Paul Wall] Everytime I turn around, I hear somebody hating But I'm patiently making moves, bringing home the bacon I came up in the game, slowly but surely Built my reputation up, to make the whole world know me People turned they back on me, but I can't fall off A couple friends came and went, but I just counted a loss I got the heart of a lion, and the mind of Einstein Steady climbing the ladder, in the mix on the grind I'm in the game, making chess moves I refuse to fail I might not win, but I sho won't lose I gotta get it, while it's here for the taking But it's too many people in my path faking, but I ain't tripping [Talking] Breathe motherfucker, what you niggaz get For running round this bitch, getting big headed Like we wasn't gon cause hell, on these streets nigga We been out here, it go down like that Slow Loud And Bangin', feel what I'm saying Always affiliated with the streets, 3-2 what's up baby S.U.C., Slow Loud And Bangin' Assholes by motherfucking nature, that's what it is yeah

I can't think of anything that's dumber To a grouch, Christmas is a bummer! Beaming faces everywhere, happiness is in the air I'm telling you, it isn't fair! I hate Christmas! People loaded with good will, giving presents, what a thrill That slushy nonsense makes me ill I hate Christmas! I'd rather have a holiday like normal grouches do Instead of getting presents, they take presents back from you Heh heh Here comes Santa, girls and boys So, who needs that big red noise! I'll tell him where to put his toys I hate Christmas! And if you want the truth, I ain't so crazy about Thanksgiving or Labor Day either! Christmas carols to be sung, decorations to be hung Oh, yeah? Well, I stick out my tongue! I hate Christmas! Christmas bells play loud and strong Hurts my ears, all that ding dong Besides it goes on much too long I hate Christmas! I'd rather have a holiday with a lot less joy and flash With a lot less cheerful smiling, and a lot more dirty trash, yeah! Christmas Day is almost here When it's over, then I cheer I'm glad it's only once a year I hate Christmas!