Lyrics:

f/ Chris Corner



[Intro - Maxim]

Yo, international hits goin' on

Yo, digital....satelite uplink

We ain't talking about no lifestyle, gold cufflinks

Whatever, yo, yo, yo



[Hook - Maxim]

I know the link between Wideworld Sydicates

We touch the borders, the borders so delicate

I know the link between Wideworld Syndicates

We touch the borders, the borders so intricate

I know the link between Wideworld Sydicates

We touch the borders, the borders so delicate

I know the link between Wideworld Sydicates

Syndicates, syndicates!



[Chris Corner]

Arrrghaaa! Gaseous attack, I broadcast these facts

so the masses react

'Cos we're trapped in the Worldwide

Worldwide deception, stock markets crash

(?) start to hash

Deep in the torture, prisoners of war

It's martial law, harsh and indoors

This New World Order, try manslaughter

Time on every borderline as the blind follow the blind

2001: Space Odessey collapsin' the economy

Grim Reaper - maximum prodigy

Ain't no hard drives, lookin' all pretty

We talk about Smart Cards, life in the city

it's shitty. WAAAAAGH! *deep breaths*

I concentrate, contemplate

How can I take the weight? URRGH, URRGH-AAAHH!

Wipe your tears for your son, Mom

Cos Vietnam was sorta like a high school prom

Prepared to take this destruction

Governments, got in construction

Your life will be worth less than dust then.

Actions to cover the earth with radiation. Alert!

The ozone layer's goin' to burst!

(?)

Death to the power of the sun

Hear it explained and clear, in your eardrum

New York to England, tight like a snare drum

Maxim, Poetic and Diamond J

Help you find a way before mankind decays

La la-la, la la-la-ah-ah

La la-la, yo, yo, yo

Inside this veritcal villages

Where we murder and pillage

and watch our own earth diminish

Niggas' store owners become album killers

I love them soldiers, they got no limits

Trap ya soul in it, niggas who flow with it

Soul with it and start blowin' kisses

at young brothers in showbusiness

Paint a picture so vivid you can feel it



[Hook]



[Maxim]

What's goin on in this *whoooooop-whoooop*

A confusin' time for all, everyone's got to agree

The complex state of affairs - peer pressure

Who's the aggressor? Who's the Spartacists?

Who can we trust? What future lies before us?

I must stress - It's down to intellect

Over-tiredness, over-exergtion, perversion

The strain, we put on the life game

Many men want to find the meaning to the colourful

palette of everyday scenarios

Touch of a button, violate nature's laws

Big bad claws, neither mine, neither yours

We take this chaos, no respect

Do we have to wreck everything?

We have to take steps to protect all assets

Utilise our intellect - we cannot forget!

Too many wild cards in the pack, elusive

Characters, politicians to barristers, lunatics

madmen (?) and straight through to lecturers

The soul conquered (?)

Obscenity of hypocrisy, it's genuine

I plan to ruin, I make a profit out of everything

Ranging from snakeskins to amphetamines

Precious stones, to bitumin



[Hook]