Song Lyrics

So tell me why is the climate flipped?
The truth is black and white like the nine hole chips
Or the "no logo" logo used to buy hardcore frodolo
Now I'm trying to put holes in the their barcodes like promos
Should I even know why we spend?
Companies concentrate on the camps like IBM
If you've ever seen a CEO smile, he get focused as hell
Coal burners after oil murders, ghost in the shell
Hello is yellow and red and bush is fellow in bed
You better get the point like stilettos the head, dead
Brightly map out a path that a keel a Taurus
The smoke on the water, straight outta Phillip Morris
Look at Wal-Mart, they thugged down niceness
Goin' through the sweatshop, rundown the prices
As far as wrong plans go, their a bigger public enemy
Than Flava Flav working for Monsanto

Don't spend a dime until they get the price filed
Even I'm sellin' a life style, testing the cause
Freshest deputy to veteran boss
Thirty seconds gets my message across

I am man of argyle companies far from even-handed
But I've even handed out cash for their jeans and hats
Seeming that I contradict quite slightly
To think their wearing orange, blue and white Nikes
But does it really make a difference?
Since everyone's interest is green paper
Many companies thrive off cheap labor
Like I told this punk to watch his feet
He said, "F*ck off"
Told him, "Nike owns Converse, you weren't safe with Chucks on"
It seems what you wear is a cotton ideology
Or homespun philosophy from growing up autonomy
But you are not alone like the festival line-up
Caused to find the tree that they want you to climb up
Not hung-up on thrift stores but I feel a little better
Spending cheddar on a used-button upper sweater
I won't say stop buying 'cause it isn't realistic
But cop it cause you want it, make your own damn decisions

Don't spend a dime until they get the price filed
Even I'm sellin' a life style, testing the cause
Freshest fit to veteran boss
Thirty seconds gets my message across

First, you are being watched and no, I'm not fucking paranoid
A pair a boys with pins to get locked to your latitude
An attitude to get it real, smart with what you have to do
Before you let'em in, quite drop wit a batter you
The game's on fist, put the names on the list
Your an actor in a play and I'm changing the script
It's amazing to sit, perhaps you know
Magical bull gonna take you an go to true product
Placement in your moving pictures
Hatred in your schooling system
Forsake a patron saint, the president want youth eviction
For his own devices vice-grip, grip-tape, tape roll, roll up
Plus are targets this way is a display
A politrickery carry wood call it bickory
Whether red or food, they giving you wood like hickory
This is the bravest record of vast instruction
Signing off, Cadence Weapon of mass destruction

Don't spend a dime until they get the price filed
Even I'm sellin' a life style, testing the cause
Freshest fit to veteran boss
Thirty seconds gets my message across

Roland Pemberton