World War 3

World War 3 is just a perspective

When your countries under fire, every day you expect it

To wake up and see, World War 3, 

In 3D, not only on the TV screen, check it

Terminator met star wars, attack of the Drones

A faction of factory clones controlled by remote control

Following orders, the landscape is swallowing mortars

We all in with torture, calling all soldiers of fortune

We offer a miserable portion, of the profit collected 

From this literal extortion, lost in the message

Call me Dallas Korben, I've got the directive

The fifth element, Is a thought that's connected

An object, a relic of caustic intelligence

Not something that can be bought to add relevance

We're taught that a precipice exists at the end of the line

But defined on a graph that's the spike of a climb

No ending, just a fragment of time, no envy

Flows heavy, but the savages cry, more levy's

More taxes, the economy is elastic, you could burn it with match sticks

Fact is, it's run by facists and half wits

World War 3 is just a perspective

When your countries under fire, every day you expect it

To wake up and see, World War 3, 

In 3D, not only on the TV screen, check it

If you made a line graph of all that stress

It would look like a lie on a polygraph test

If you made a line graph of all that death

It would like a tattoo on a mall rats neck

In the belly of the beast, the middle east, corporate vultures

preparing a feast, declaring a cease to exist order

an overseas contingency plan,beyond borders

Prey on the poor, gun in yo face lay on the floor

Don't speak my language, spraying your brains on the porch

Family felt anguish, machine gun spray, no retort

Never abort mission, from the fight against communism,

To terrorism, al queda and isis, the same vision

Contingent, a stringent figment of a monetary religion

A symptom of large scale hypnotism has risen

We downplay it, and misrepresent the extent of the damage

The intent, and the profit thats managed

by corporate ghosts who just vanish

Whenever there's cameras,

they got black water security guards with hand cannons

It's all an illusion, like a sickness making the people ill till they're loosing

Like a bald spot with three hairs, but still you just groom it, 

Like what do you mean receding hair line, prove it

And we've all been duped, in a stupor sitting on our stoops

While sacrificial troops navigate a land full of land mines

for the benefit of people in suits, got that tactical gear tan line

Rational fear set aside, for pride, patriotism, and a grad school free ride

Gangasta do remote control fly by's, it's like a video game

So your own eyes don't have to a see a guy die, now it's justified, I

despise this debasement of human life, it's high time, we do it right

Facing the truth of life, you may be innocent but everything you buy

supports the economic system that funds the fire fight

It's world war 3, I'll take your oil, your water, your girl, please

I'm feeling like the Lorax, trying to save your' tree's

But the dudes making the sneed, got an imperial fleet

And the home team brought a suicide bomber

To a nuclear test sight, good fight, better luck next life

This war been over since the first check signed, 

From tibet to tehran, ukraine to lebanon

These cheesy little rats gonna keep fighting till the cheddars gone

Talkin overkill, like a dab rig in a ten foot bong

While you mowing ya lawn, their lawn getting blown up by bombs

No coat of arms, we here for the coca farms, the poppy fields

The oil wells, we brought the steal, bring yo woman up front

So we can cop a feel, yo f**k the bankers and the cops of real

And anyone who thinks the circles in the crops aint real

Man made, s**t, we can't even apply a bandaid, gotta incite another rampage

So until we amscray, it's ammityville every damn day, for people across the globe

And we the ones with the cannons aimed, 

It's world war 3, not by title on your TV

but a label is only a fable, so don't ever trust the cable

The newspaper or anyone on the payroll

Of bankers, weapon makers, man just say no