Letra de Sly Fox

[Nas]
It’s sly Fox, cyclops
We locked in an idiot box
The video slots broadcasting Waco Dividian plots
They own YouTube, MySpace
When this ignorant shit going to stop?
They monopolize and lose your views
And the channel you choose
Propaganda, visual cancer
The eye in the sky, number 5 on the down
Secret agenda, frequency antenna
Dr. Mindbender
Remote control so controlling your brain holder
Slave culture, game’s over
What’s a fox characteristic?
Slick shit, sins in, misinformation
Pimp the station, over-stimulation
Reception, deception
Comcast digital Satan
The Fox has a bushy tale
And Bush tells lies and foxtrots
So, I don’t know what’s real (what’s real)

[Chorus]
Watch what you’re watching
Fox keeps feeding us toxins
Stop sleeping
Start thinking outside of the box
And unplugged from the Matrix stopped you
But watch what you say, Big Brother is watching

Watch what you’re watching
Fox keeps feeding us toxins
Stop sleeping
Start thinking outside of the box
And unplugged from the Matrix stopped you
But watch what you say, Fox Fire is watching

[Nas]
The Fifth Act that got you all riled up
O’Reilly? Oh really? No rally needed, I’ll tie you up
Network for child predators, setting them up
MySpace, pimps, hoes and sluts
Y’all exploit rap culture, then y’all flip on us
And you own the Post, and y’all shit on us
What is their net worth?
They’re going to try to censor my next verse
Throw them off the roof neck first
While I’m clicking my cursor
Reading blogs about pressure they put on Universal
It gets worse
While I’m clicking my mouse
While they kick in my house
They figured us out
Why a nigger go south?
It’s either he caught a body
Don’t sleep, they’re watching
I watch CBS, and I see BS
Trying to track us down with GPS
Make a nigger want to invest in PBS (see BS)

[Chorus]

[Nas]
They say I’m all about murder murder and kill kill
But what about Grindhouse and Kill Bill?
What about Cheney and Halliburton?
The back door deals on oil fields?
How is Nas the most violent person?
Y’all wouldn’t know talent if it hit you
Bringing up my criminal possession charges with a pistol
I use Viacom as my firearm
Then let the living split you, who do you rely upon?
Then shoot shells at Leviath-o-n
I’m dealing with the higher form
Fuck if you care of how I write a poem
Only fox that I loved was the red one
Only black man that Fox love is in jail or a dead one
Red rum, political bedlam
Don’t let the hype into your eyes and ear drum
Murder our own fox
Not A-Team with Baracus
And he hates Barack because he march with the marches