Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Critical Conditions[12" Mix], artist - Celph Titled. Album song The Gatalog, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.10.2002
Record label: Demigodz Enterprises
Song language: English
Critical Conditions[12" Mix] |
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 buttons 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 assassinated by press like OJ |
But when Clinton page whores 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 jewel 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 |
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: Dutchmassive) |
The organic cyborg deport from a tape deck |
Dastardly fall off glass 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 |
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 |