Judge for yourself. Is Qtip talking about the oil disaster, the financial crisis, the Aliens in the sky?

Are these artists telling us to revolt against the system and the hereditary elite, chop off their heads just like the French did?

Cruel world is sitting they got us all hitting
with late night divisions and lab aquisitions
with basement decisions defy our frequency
and you clearly decided on how to handle me

Imbecile, Imbecile
is it fake
is it real

Are we dying on our feet
Are we trying in our sleep

There’s a rumour going round that the suits are running town

if you look into the sky there are birds flying high, high, high

We’re never gonna believe in the stories that you’re weaving
We believing in the proof
We believing in the truth
We believing in each other not you, you, you

Stories, So many stories
Too many tall tales
So many tall tales

We climb the structure
You scale the ladder
You build it higher
You make us madder

So now the paradox
We bust you in the chops
You crazy ballhead

Make it dead
Do the web
Pictures on the web

Un Deux Trois
No one ever does it like that anymore
Bang Bang Bang
The feathers, why you deny everything

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