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d.o.s. part 2 (deformation of swag) - slick ross lyrics

this is the deformation of swag, in other words the emergence of intelligence
they sell us these fads, laced up with embellishments
and so they color me black, cause i don’t take part in this heritage
i would rather just dismember it, art used to be real, i still can remember it

real connection gets concealed
smoke and mirrors hides whats real
true happiness, is outside of their insecurity market
but without your insecurities, they would have less profit

its all a business, your first prescription leads to first addiction
and i ain’t just talking about pills, they prescribe your soul with the television
they try to limit your boundarys, they pump you full of fantasy
and they hope you’ll be happy living life vicariously

they don’t necessarily stop your search for truth
that’d be too obvious, they take the subtle route
they inject reality with false pretenses and heros
leaving you to figure out whats really 1 and really 0

this is what happens when you fall for a hollow influence
you become a victim of the nuance
they slowly mold your hopes and dreams
they make sure its unattainable through exterior means
they’re selling you swag, stop buying it
cause when you buy the sh-t, you pay the price for it
this is what happens when you fall for a hollow influence
you become a victim of the nuance
they slowly mold your hopes and dreams
they make sure its unattainable through exterior means
they’re selling you swag, stop buying it
cause when you buy the sh-t, you pay the price for it

i remember when the individual was in control of whats was cool
if you created a style of your own, you weren’t treated cruel
unfortunately this time is way before 1987 when i came in
all i have is history to tell me this, i wonder if they also replaced it

cause they’re in control
they tighten their hold
and if you call them out, you get singled out, they’ll even take your home
just try saying taxation is theft to the irs and they’ll let you know

oh sh-t, i mean uhh, swag, swag, swag, swag
don’t worry bout what i said in the past, just worry about drugs, money, s-x, lies, and swag
swag, swag, swag, swag
swags all you need it will make you a man, or make you a woman, whatever your plan

is that what your really buying, you think they told you the truth?
the truth is we live in a fascist nation, they send our troops to war and then they k!ll our troops
they fund both sides, extra death equals extra profit
but you don’t think about sh-t like this, normally you’re drugged up cl!cking play on whatever your watching

- slick ross lyrics

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