Killah Priest — Information

[Intro] Information, you know You don’t stop Killah Priest the black Sphinx Information, information [Chorus] Where ya gonna run? Where ya gonna hide? When the truth comes down upon ya You have to decide Where ya gonna run? (Where ya gonna run, boy?) Where you gonna hide? (Information) When the truth come down upon ya You have to decide [Verse 1] The information, that will come in the laser scanners At supermarkets, department stores, and direct mail houses Which will record every single item we purchase Data about your daily habits And movements will flow into the beast system From spy satellites, constantly circling overhead Watching us like it’s sporting 6-6-6 database investigate Entire race heading for a cyber-space Riots breaks inside of Empire States Every move you make is recorded on tape Some of us are wired, prisoned behind gates Hidden miniature videos in a briefcase [Interlude] Cameras will be recording our every activities: indoors and outdoors, day and night. Obscenely invading our privacy, our privacy [Verse 2] Star gazin', cause Allah is far amazing Than any graven god of a pagan Raised in synagogues of Satan Awakened with the scar of a nation Left beats scarred and shaken Robbed of education, my birth was foretold Run deep within my wardrobe, embrace the crossroad We once wore gold, but now we electric probes With silicon brains, synthetic All faces are strange, pathetic, check the eyes A man can’t even recognize his family I blame it on humanity for this insanity Spy satellites, the last battle for life There’s no day or night, CIA Take samples of my DNA Newborns, grow horns, placed in uniforms Shipped off to the military With they killed and buried [Interlude] Interactive TV sets will be watching us, just as we watch them. They will also report back to the beast at computer headquarters. Our telephone conversations will be automatically wire tapped and transcripted by the National Security Agency Honesty, modesty Poverty, famine, the sons of Amman Deal with reprogramming, iris scanning [Verse 3] Breaking out of Satan’s bondage with long garments Like we bionic, no longer paying homage Remember after ‘9-6 we wear biochips Now it’s ‘9-7, beware of armageddon Bloodsheddin’ and beheadin’ Head on head collision in the valley of decision To lock the beast in prison [Chorus] Where ya gonna run to? Where you gonna hide? When the truth comes down upon you You will have to to decide Where ya gonna run to? Where you gonna hide? When the truth comes down upon you You will have to to decide When that time comes You will have to decide Information, information You will have to decide Information, where you gonna run to? Where you gonna hide? When the truth comes down upon you You will have to decide Information, information Information [Outro: sample] Can you help me? I’m looking for a man A man? What's his name? Jesus, I must warn him You’re too late, even now he’s before Pilate They found him He was betrayed to them, and by one he loved and trusted, by his disciple, who sat at his left hand Why? Because men are weak, because the are cursed with envy and cowardice. Because they can dream of truth, but cannot live with it, because they doubt. They doubt, the fools. Why must men betray themselves with doubts? Tell them, the other, find them and tell them not to doubt. Even now not to doubt, tell them to keep their faith. They must keep faith Wait, tell who? Who are you? My name is Judas