NO SUNLITE Not guided by thee glow of TV Corrupted our media food Projected while we consume

[Big Dope Dub K]: Our turbulent forces evoking the remorses/Fears of breaking breaking fears/Verbal curdle spoil spirit/Pains the untrained ear to hear it/We marvel at melodious quandary/Dirty laundry sins upon thee/Clear the soul of unwanted tainters/To truly feel it you must faint first

[Math]: Cos we’re coming atop we drop not battle raps still confrontation/Lines aren’t defined but still drawn like we’re traced in/Pawns can’t replace men, stasis from the stations/“Patience! Their merry band will bend while the empire extends”/Never! I’m chaining myself to this 8-track device/& standing right outside of yr construction site/You need this invaded space? I’m not moving/You’ll have to run me over to get to my music/Like the rebellious student intruding is prudent/Bulldoze me but I slipped Dungeon Records in that tape deck/Key starts soundcheck detect a suspect: Who’s running around hollering “Tear it down!” with a toga on?/We spell it l-i-t-e it’s cheap less filling/We refuse substitute world they’ve been selling/How come this MC from the suburb of DC/Is quite disrupting ‘n’ the fans keep it pumping/When the rulers say “turn it down or turn it off”?/I guess I mean to offend when I say barf sounds a lot like bourgeois/Course ya’ll expect me to cave in/But it’s not happening they’ll have to lock down rap/Then I’ll scream until they make speaking yr mind illegal/ But the sequel won’t ever make a hungry man full/You peer inside the next time you bite into a fortune cookie/Take a look B it might be empty/The future ain’t bleak see it’s just disappearing/& it ain’t me who’s gonna go into that night gently

[J-Bandana]: Poetic numbness leaves the populace to love less/Desensitize us to the substance/My brain will stand to be the toughest/ Controlled by constant consciousness/Feasting on freshness rejecting repeating imaging restricting normalness/Normalcy we can’t foresee entropy freely increasing constraining living in peacefulness/Peace on earth babies birthed nursed ‘n’ cursed to thirst for reductiveness
[Math]: Now everybody bring yr babies on down Newborns down to Tha Underground
Don’t subject them to that old sound Submerge them in Tha Underground

(“Nothing’s wrong, nothing. Now I can change a man into a gorilla.” “Not me master!”)

No question man can be turned into gorilla/But will you allow technology to kill you/Cos switch can be thrown ‘n’ modes get blown back/Itching at the trigger where the levers react/Equal opposite will you let sit? Why get upset? WHY GET UPSET? Let the dip sink in: we’re gorillas again/Broadcast flies to pick off our skin
So we deliberately oppose: We turn off the news ‘n’ make some of our own