Slow Motion & Playin' the blame game (Eastside Style)

Slow Motion (verse 1)

Slow motion, will words stand the test of erosion,
Wisdom precludes mental invasion, fuck talents,
His account balance got him a standing ovation,
You think you got freedom down the road,
Wait till they get your source code, manufacture a servile clone,
To take your place and send assassins through your door,
The 9 to 5 salary ain't a viable strategy, to be immune to mental destruction,
Freedom is my instinct, not an insecure assumption,
I sniff a fat line to consumption,
Now I'm energized, to sustain global supply and help synthetic junk,
Get transported to the other side, I watch fully aware as poverty screams,
Stop polluting my property! I say "You got to work or study"
To which he replies "If everybody is flying, who's going to lift your cargo buddy?"
I don't need no education to polish your shoes, the world you gave me made me a fool,
Here's an answer, you need a key, I need to pick a lock, and kill the bouncer,
Fuck lifting bricks, I snatch chains, pierce veins and blast structures,
The neighborhood taught me better than to get involved with litigation,
I switched directions for starvation is the result of oppression,
Not resource limitations, so I remain faceless, while you get lost in interfaces,
Well who is innocent? The world is full of ill raiders, villains, pirates,
Stable programs and rogue viruses living in dormancy,
With confused memories of dead faith and false promises,
Can the hands of the oblivious grasp what knowledge gives,
You have to switch your stream, and search beyond an engine on a white screen,
I switch to high beam, in the tunnel, and leave the opposition disgruntled,
Let stale thoughts crumble,
The chair-monger's dribble can't stifle the rise of the millennium child,
Preying on the urban jungle

Playin' the blame game (verse 2)

I play the blame game, I flew straight, with the mainstream,
I ain't clean, my pipe dreams, just might seem, to defy themes,
Of progress, but I'm restless, my headrest is that smooth purple,
So now I spend my time, profiting off the circle as I hurtle,
To middle class stability, hooked to brazilian aquatic centipedes,
These melodies are the answer, to escape the social standard,
I'm 24 and never made a decision I can call my own,
Went to college- Got a Masters- Now I'm working- For that paper,
Dedicated my mind and time to sever my ties with what I wanted most,
Got a house, and a car, a smart phone and lot of expensive clothes,
Success lies not in the eyes of the beholder, they never told me,
20 years of education left a worker feeling lonely,
But the ganja makes all my days sunny, think outside the box?
Why you in a box at all dummy, but my vision is blurry,
I did the math, the path of music seems too risky, what if I lose it all,
Let's remain shifty, Go the same route, Get a bigger house,
Another car and a leather couch,
Travel the world of gravel and glass and maybe save some cash,
Make music to pander to my friends, to prove I don't completely blend,
With the social jerker, profiting off the circle,
Cease the mental eruption,
I was an infidel but I chose to malfunction