Switch - Senser

Well you better step to any shit we’re feedin' ya

'cause you know we ain’t needin' ya.

Expendable?

You’re about to get it

(Don't fall too deep down, don’t fall)

I’m coming back, coming back

From the funky funky bass stack

What you see is what you get

And all I know is what I jack

Shake your money maker

Shake your money maker maker now

Give me a couple of minutes

And I’ll show you all exactly how

Soon there won’t be no money to make

No lies to fake

If you can’t set it straight

Well then you can’t relate

The lies you swallow

To rules you follow

The words so hollow

So see you tomorrow

Full of sorrow

You’re gonna say how did it ever get this far

When all I ever wanted was a house and a car

Now Moma’s in the backroom serving up rocks

Daddy’s in Wandsworth sitting in a box.

3.1

Listen to the click of the steel as it locks

The real enemies are in the corporate office blocks

So 1 2, 3 to 2, 3 to 2, 1

The wheels are set in motion and the job’s getting done

Time to make the switch, make a switch y’all

So step to me when it hits ya

Time to make the switch, make a switch y’all

Come to put ya in the picture

Time to make the switch, make a switch y’all

So step to me when it hits ya

Time to make the switch, make a switch y’all

Come to put ya in the picture now

Breaking 'em, breaking 'em down

Breaking our people down

Our leader’s a clown,

He’s trying to swim but he’s gonna drown

So hear the sound

Time to disarm

This ain’t no false alarm doing harm

Guns dance into a death-trance

Like a snake charm

One after another they stand on the corner

But I won’t pack a gat just like that

'cause I don’t wanna

Be part of the problem

Think the solution, words of revolution

To me are still sonic pollution

Tried to make me out to be

Something I never was

Never would be because

Reality over us

Hangs like a black cloud, sickens

And when you stare for a second you’re stricken

You cry man, the signs are simple and plain

So play it again

Drifting in the last domain

When all the gun-talk shit

That you wrote it don’t float

It sinks to the bottom like a fucked up boat

And me and my posse we got a spirit

And no soft puppet can ever put a limit in it

So 1 2, 3 to 2, 3 to 2, 1

The wheels are still in motion and the job’s getting done

Pump, pump it up, y’all