Celph Titled - Critical Conditions (Main Mix) lyrics

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Celph Titled - Critical Conditions (Main Mix) lyrics

(Intro: Celph Titled) Yeah, the fate is in our hands Equilibrium, Boogiemonsters, 1998 (Verse 1: Celph Titled) Haunted by the opticals, exhibiting the man within myself Parallel vision with no mirror in my possession Seek help in this digression, consciously aware A piece of human kind specifically designed for serving Jehovah The hope for peace is over The future correlates to actions executing themselves Presently to the third degree To the maximum, the year 1 comma 9-9-8 Nuclear bu*tons are controlling my fate Hallucinate myself behind bars, there's nothing I can do Watch my brother self-destruct, affected with eternal flu Technology advances advanced into potential danger Government officials soon seek employment at the 18th hanger Question the theory that one person makes a change Stand up for your beliefs or all perceptions stay the same From now until then, most people play the back seat In this atmospherical taxi without paying fee The problems persistent, misguided by the plush existence Look at my hands, I realize just exactly who I am Cause it was always here, when will it ever go away The answer to that question comes with judgment day (Chorus: Celph Titled) If our lives were a novel, this could be the last edition Realize what you do and start to make the right decision If you're seeking trouble, time to change your position Our generation can't survive in critical conditions (Verse 2: Vex) My voice travels miles from the middle east of Florida Toward the vital information through your corridor The New World Order the ill plot to lock blocks Watch the poor on they monitors resort to selling rocks Society's the pyramid on the back of the dollar Minorities the bottom rung, the middle rung is the scholars Moving up in the degrees in masonic fraternities Like the order Louis representing the beast Infantries infiltrating they every wicked move With recognizant tactics that be locking the groove A record, so you can check it, respect it and know the truth Babylon's a war, I fight this war with proof For black youth who ain't free but just emancipated Like fifty percent of brothers in DC incarcerated Still, we can be faded, that's what America's so jaded Change the whole frame of the game and how they played it But we get a**a**inated by press like OJ But when Clinton page who*es and wage wars, it's ok I break these lines of defense like sports and take no shorts When I'm out in the streets or approaching the bench in circuit courts My battles are fought, the narrow path is sought Yo, my soldiers bring the wrath of God and can't be bought If you brought the KKK and the pope, you couldn't enslave the voice That collapsed the matron to an enclave I dropped a j**el and save a pearl from the swine Corrupt they minds, keeping this jam shining in the nines Powerless cause power refines, you gained spine catch a house arrest anklet Tracked by GPS, information and location beamed to satellites You thought you could dead it yo, but you can't battle right, take my advice Or wise up on your mission, hot metal can't change the ghetto's critical condition (Chorus) If our lives were a novel, this could be the last edition Realize what you do and start to make the right decision If you're seeking trouble, time to change your position Our generation can't survive in critical conditions (Verse 3: Dutchma**ive) The organic cyborg deport from a tape deck Dastardly fall off gla** mirror with no concept Ironic, I was created from Chernobyl's project Outcast into the shadows, a city without logic Peeking out sewer drains, I learned from society So half humanoids is mutant plus they rioting Vital information journalists remain silent Saturday morning cartoons consist of sins and acts of violence Now I'm violent, bringing up violent attack mode I have cloned human vortex to avoid a barcode Conditions for the future are decided through the present Indefinite, through genetics, I was raised to be intrepid Forget utopia, junk planet is my reality I used to dream about life as a peaceful art gallery Top secret ways of living, citizens controlled by hard drive Lives covered by government to androids with snake eyes (Chorus) If our lives were a novel, this could be the last edition Realize what you do and start to make the right decision If you're seeking trouble, time to change your position Our generation can't survive in critical conditions

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