Lyrics Switch - Senser

Switch

Well you better step to any shit we’re feedin' ya
'cause you know we ain’t needin' ya.
Expendable?
You’re about to get it
(Don't fall too deep down, don’t fall)
I’m coming back, coming back
From the funky funky bass stack
What you see is what you get
And all I know is what I jack
Shake your money maker
Shake your money maker maker now
Give me a couple of minutes
And I’ll show you all exactly how
Soon there won’t be no money to make
No lies to fake
If you can’t set it straight
Well then you can’t relate
The lies you swallow
To rules you follow
The words so hollow
So see you tomorrow
Full of sorrow
You’re gonna say how did it ever get this far
When all I ever wanted was a house and a car
Now Moma’s in the backroom serving up rocks
Daddy’s in Wandsworth sitting in a box.
3.1
Listen to the click of the steel as it locks
The real enemies are in the corporate office blocks
So 1 2, 3 to 2, 3 to 2, 1
The wheels are set in motion and the job’s getting done
Time to make the switch, make a switch y’all
So step to me when it hits ya
Time to make the switch, make a switch y’all
Come to put ya in the picture
Time to make the switch, make a switch y’all
So step to me when it hits ya
Time to make the switch, make a switch y’all
Come to put ya in the picture now
Breaking 'em, breaking 'em down
Breaking our people down
Our leader’s a clown,
He’s trying to swim but he’s gonna drown
So hear the sound
Time to disarm
This ain’t no false alarm doing harm
Guns dance into a death-trance
Like a snake charm
One after another they stand on the corner
But I won’t pack a gat just like that
'cause I don’t wanna
Be part of the problem
Think the solution, words of revolution
To me are still sonic pollution
Tried to make me out to be
Something I never was
Never would be because
Reality over us
Hangs like a black cloud, sickens
And when you stare for a second you’re stricken
You cry man, the signs are simple and plain
So play it again
Drifting in the last domain
When all the gun-talk shit
That you wrote it don’t float
It sinks to the bottom like a fucked up boat
And me and my posse we got a spirit
And no soft puppet can ever put a limit in it
So 1 2, 3 to 2, 3 to 2, 1
The wheels are still in motion and the job’s getting done
Pump, pump it up, y’all