(Verse 1) You gotz to feel me on this, The fedz are tryin to stop us from spillin it, But still we’re Anonymous, and doin our business un-legit. Falsified documentation; Granted access to a classified location… Doja, got my eyes slanted, I’m unstressed and on vacation cuz of the trees I planted I’m hella hated nation wide, My situation can be related, to and from situations, to being situated, get to calm and collected, and your spot will get raided, by the fedz: keepin track of every mutha fuckin thang and I hate it! So, I gained access to their networks, locally, all security got penetrated.. I cracked their shadowed passwords even, man, I can’t believe I fuckin made it! I’m bout to release the info to the public, and hopefully not get saturated… Because… I’m punk in drublic, I’m stuck in Automatic, and I’m so damn Fuck faded!
(Chorus) I’m Stuck In this Culture That’s So Accelerated, I’m Sick of all the Bullshit that’s Still Celebrated, Fuck All Your Drama, That Shit Is Over-Rated.. You need To Be De-Programmed, You Are So Sedated!
(Verse 2) I’m from Auburn, Killafornia Originally, that’s where I gained the skills to spit so fluently, I’m always down to blaze up on some trees, So, If you see me and i’m not then i’m soon to be! This it ain’t no coincidence that put me where I’m is… This ain’t no gain to me and I could give a fuck about the fedz! ..Tryin to get up in my spot, for everything I got, And Sayin “Hey, Times is rough and so you need to shake your spot!” Man, Ya’ll need to STFU, and keep smokin somebody elses Pot, Which is takin up all your skrilla, But homies that’s all you got! So, it ain’t No thang to me ....I used to be the one to spit that game to the, Same mutha fuckas, doing the same old thang, It used to be me… But homies I’ve changed! ..From Being in-debt and Deranged, To makin these Tracks and spreadin my name, In the Anonymous game, Anywhere that it can be Related, Big Up To All My Hacktivist That Are Open Minded And Creative!











