(Verse 1) peep these clowns, think they run the show, But they ain't got no clue, just spewin' empty flow. Call themselves the voice of the street, but they lost the plot, Trapped in their own web, like a moth to the hot spot.
(Chorus) In the maze of lies, they think they found the key, But they're just playin' pawns, in this twisted symphony. Capitalists weave the strings, pullin' their every move, While these fools keep dancin', like they're in a groove.
In the maze of lies, they think they found the key, But they're just playin' pawns, in this twisted symphony. Capitalists weave the strings, pullin' their every move, While these fools keep dancin', like they're in a groove.
(Verse 2) They spit fire, but they don't know the flame, Blind to the truth, stuck in their own game. Capitalists feed 'em crumbs, keep 'em in the dark, While these sheep bleat on, thinkin' they're the spark.
(Chorus) In the maze of lies, they think they found the key, But they're just playin' pawns, in this twisted symphony. Capitalists weave the strings, pullin' their every move, While these fools keep dancin', like they're in a groove.
In the maze of lies, they think they found the key, But they're just playin' pawns, in this twisted symphony. Capitalists weave the strings, pullin' their every move, While these fools keep dancin', like they're in a groove.