You're tuned into the Instamatic
I peel the wividness wight off the weel, they call me Wibbit Wabbit
I like it to feel like its forbidden had it
Given,had to give it back, made it back, made a pact
To get it from the rough hence - forth
Went up against - all
Comer with the hunger and the force
Of a live round to rounds of thunderous applause
I survived Ground Zero, still suffering the loss
At what cost did I gain what I gain what I thought was worth
Whatever was spent? But when you can't remember
The price, it was probably a steal
I have respect for sentiment, but I gotta be real
And inject the ignorant with a shot they can feel
And protect the innocent with the rock and the steel
I'm taking up for the brothers under direct supervision living up to the
Code
I'm not here for the fiction a nigga doubled his
Load
I'm in the gap standing right over the trap
While the government drones take flight over the trap
