DJ Akelvexx feat. Chillz Muzik & Loc Saint -
System Corrupt (feat. Chillz Muzik & Loc Saint) - Single
System Corrupt
Thru these pupils
I see these families crying
Broken souls corrupt
Parents teaching children violence
Thru these eye lids
I envision the pilots of heaven
I hope they pouring down acid on
Them spineless goons of hell
Locked in a cell
Arms binded in chains
They can lock my body and
Try to poison my brain
But my spirit slips away
Somberly in the plain
Alleviates all the pressure and Illusion of pain
I focus deep and
Tell myself to maintain
Screams in the starry night
See it's all part of the game
Something ain't feeling right
Whispers keep calling my name
Deranged
It's only me in this room
I guess those deadly thoughts
I can blame
I don't really wanna talk
I don't really wanna talk
I don't really wanna talk
Right now
Locked in a box
Deadliest thoughts
Really all I got right now
I don't really wanna play
I don't really wanna play
I don't really wanna play
These games
The system corrupt and
Leaving you fucked and
Filling your life with pain
I don't really wanna talk
I don't really wanna play
Everybody in the box
Feel they all up in a daze
See I'm going through a phase
Where I really wanna recluse
Hope it all fades away
I don't want to
Ruin your day
But what's happening
In the world is
Overt and it's on display
Throw out ya vote
Pay attention
To my quote a while
I speak it from my throat and
I aint even tryna play
And I wish for the best for the Rest when the day come
That you don't become
Another slave
To the system
Pumping like a piston
Buy consume and gotta obey
No way
Better check upon a conscious
Kinda level riddle bullets on da Devil Imma never behave Engraved
Tzadik to da dome when I kneel And I pray
Heatseek to ya bones witta truth On bae
Fiddle witta scribble while I Dribble down the middle
Are you ready for the ripple that I Leave in my wake
Loc to da saint bringing twists
In the midst
A the riff catch a jist for godsake Elavating everybody
At an odd rate
I reel em in witta truth through The fog gate
As I run with the proof
Like a pod escape
Ya cant flinch when the God irate
And that's real
Don't wanna talk
Don't wanna play
I just wanna feel
I don't really wanna talk
I don't really wanna talk
I don't really wanna talk
Right now
Locked in a box
Deadliest thoughts
Really all I got right now
I don't really wanna play
I don't really wanna play
I don't really wanna play
These games
The system corrupt and
Leaving you fucked and
Filling your life with pain
I see these families crying
Broken souls corrupt
Parents teaching children violence
Thru these eye lids
I envision the pilots of heaven
I hope they pouring down acid on
Them spineless goons of hell
Locked in a cell
Arms binded in chains
They can lock my body and
Try to poison my brain
But my spirit slips away
Somberly in the plain
Alleviates all the pressure and Illusion of pain
I focus deep and
Tell myself to maintain
Screams in the starry night
See it's all part of the game
Something ain't feeling right
Whispers keep calling my name
Deranged
It's only me in this room
I guess those deadly thoughts
I can blame
I don't really wanna talk
I don't really wanna talk
I don't really wanna talk
Right now
Locked in a box
Deadliest thoughts
Really all I got right now
I don't really wanna play
I don't really wanna play
I don't really wanna play
These games
The system corrupt and
Leaving you fucked and
Filling your life with pain
I don't really wanna talk
I don't really wanna play
Everybody in the box
Feel they all up in a daze
See I'm going through a phase
Where I really wanna recluse
Hope it all fades away
I don't want to
Ruin your day
But what's happening
In the world is
Overt and it's on display
Throw out ya vote
Pay attention
To my quote a while
I speak it from my throat and
I aint even tryna play
And I wish for the best for the Rest when the day come
That you don't become
Another slave
To the system
Pumping like a piston
Buy consume and gotta obey
No way
Better check upon a conscious
Kinda level riddle bullets on da Devil Imma never behave Engraved
Tzadik to da dome when I kneel And I pray
Heatseek to ya bones witta truth On bae
Fiddle witta scribble while I Dribble down the middle
Are you ready for the ripple that I Leave in my wake
Loc to da saint bringing twists
In the midst
A the riff catch a jist for godsake Elavating everybody
At an odd rate
I reel em in witta truth through The fog gate
As I run with the proof
Like a pod escape
Ya cant flinch when the God irate
And that's real
Don't wanna talk
Don't wanna play
I just wanna feel
I don't really wanna talk
I don't really wanna talk
I don't really wanna talk
Right now
Locked in a box
Deadliest thoughts
Really all I got right now
I don't really wanna play
I don't really wanna play
I don't really wanna play
These games
The system corrupt and
Leaving you fucked and
Filling your life with pain
Credits
Writer(s): Jamille Brown
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