Emmanuel Goldstein

[Verse: Bigg Jus]
This rap shit ain't the same no more
The life is a pitch, when you strung out on that D-List
VIPing with Lindsey Lohan some tri-sexual televangelist
You living in a trailer park where America got talent
Life scraping the bottom of the barrel and came up off a shit sandwich
Or Emmanuel Aggasi, the mind is a mine filled with famine
From the uterus snoop on took a diver, heed the words
Of the worshipper master following the script of programming
[?] vision, Jesus in the age of greed of reverse technology
After you factoring the fearing of [?], king spitter
Spitting light years ahead of reality
This is neck Caesar’s finale, or desperate housewives
Living a surreal life high on Percosets swapping spouses
But I see you got a clear eye, sheeple
The roach had been replaced the eagle atop
Your nation's symbol of virtuous moralistic evil
With seven-hundred torches and clubs waiting patiently
Outside the Christian cathedral to greet you
Darkness so forgeably invisible it's see through
Your version of God 2.0 is a vengeful vindictive thug
Who feeds on idle worship and the love of dollars
Like Judas stood up drunken at the last supper
And Christian pathfinders sin anoint the [?] scholar
Preaching that fucking chosen few PKA the kaballah
The rest of y’all get electros imbedded inside the blue collar
You just a useless eater, a follower, from the conveyer belt
Headed towards the inevitable fall, a bow and arrow
Space assembly line cog, there's an animal planet
When the window to your small world faces a brick wall
What's all the Oscars for, casbahed millionaires in the slums dog
You got it confused, what's up with the celebrity GD
Celebrity dom move, all flagged up Miami ink one-thousand
Tattoos, to Hell's Kitchen, put the order out and label that ass food
Now you a predicate vegetarian, a vegetable feeding out of a tube
And even your little man be like that's hella ass rude
But I don't stop I mash the verse too
Reality is a overload, engineered to breakdown your mental state
And overwhelm you like Clay Aiken eating edible panties
Off of lugers stuttered in Flava Flav, and you just realized
You trapped on a rickety ferris wheel from hell with no escape
Subliminally beating you senseless upside the five sense
Pavlov's rottweiler, open program is relentless, that’s why
The third world get plenty of Coca Cola and satellite dishes
Want reality unscripted, disconnect the cable service and
Larry the cable guy come up missing RYP [?]
You just a average fucking Joe, you heartless, don’t let
Us take it back to Rome out the Colosseum rocking
Flip flops and brawling lions, who draw and quarter that ass
To see who's a survivor, you in the favela, the heroes got eyes
This ain’t temptation island, fools stay lost around here
They tied twenty-four hours, Jack Bauer don't even be
Coming out of hiding, your bootleg YouTube tapes
Your snitching on yourself stop lying, bring you baking pans
Life ain't no cake walk, you don't see Joey from Cheetahs
Coming from the project knocking on doors
When quite possibly behind it is a car bomb scope AR
Casting where your daddy’s at, your little one will be like
Daddy's in heaven dancing with the stars, rap prophets is down
Time to mask up, repeat the mantra, one-ninety-nine
For American Idol, here's the big brother anthem