be prepared for times strange you only see what they want you to see hear what they want you to hear can you feel the fear i can sense a change is near in times strange you must be prepared words leave my lips distinctly different instinct influence is my intent in every instant in depth dialect driven directly from the distance i ve been commissioned to intercept our transmissions word play with wisdom hearsay who listens distracted by an attraction to what glistens reality reveals a cold world full of clones you condition to believe all you see blurred is your vision to live or die is not your decision in order to rule there must be some divisions petitions of the poor are persistently ignored as we applaud the decay of life s conditions our mission to reclaim what is stolen my wordplay remains potent posing a threat to all opponents capturing the moment with rapturous poetic involvement these revolutionary words must be spoken for all to hear for every eye and every ear shall be opened crystal clear is my message of devotion divulging into mood and emotion don t assume all is golden as i walk a different path few are chosen few realize few recognize the times few posses the power to free their minds deciphering the holy writings enlightening mankind seek and ye shall find lest the blind should lead the blind unto destruction i refuse your instructions confused is the mood i sense seduction colluded with a few i share my views i rebuke all corruption my flow s a few by ancient cut production let my music flood the function you only see what they want you to see hear what they want you to hear can you feel the fear i can sense a change is near in times strange you must be prepared masterfully i advance awaken from your trance enhance situations stand firm don t break your stance mass confusion disillusion the skies seem overcast over stand it s nearly over don t overlook that final dance finally it s finalized find the truth behind the lies recognize before it s too late repatriate the higher mental states escape the written fate quickened is the pace but endurance wins the race in these times to think for yourself is the greatest crime is this the price for truth to not be televised embrace the digital age the final stage of mankind emancipation awakes escape while there s still time you only see what they want you to see hear what they want you to hear can you feel the fear i can sense a change is near in times strange you must be prepared