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lirik lagu clipping. - ask what happened

[verse 1]
build railroad tracks instead of class and searching for scr~ps at night, okay
punch cards fed into wall~sized beautiful computer tubes that light, okay
freakin’ phones, wanna see what the possibilities of the tech ignite, okay
perfect picture, a blue box, and you’re on with a squad, talk or type, okay
captain crunch and a whistle stopped your phone call for you, say “good night”, okay
bombs dropped on vietnam and it’s since lost but they still want your fight, okay
big afro on the dance floor with the disco and the jeans real tight, okay
hack mixer and the turntable plugged straight into the streetlight, okay
break beats got breakdancers breakin’ bones, breakin’ out every time they play
breakthrough, break anything will make it yours, doesn’t matter what they try to say
they can take everything, you’ll take it back by breakin’ it so it’s hype your way
got ’em on they knees thinkin’ ’bout when they first said “d~mn kids, they’re all alike”, okay

[verse 2]
fallout from revolution when the world price hit a spike too high, okay
fallout from radiation when the top blew and the sky lit up bright, okay
sick as f~ck are the lost jobs, and the lost cause is causin’ a fight, okay
sl!ck as f~ck about [?] and the crude made a cosign a crudité
pulled some tricks, money sh~t, but they wasn’t ready for the double dip that would fly they way
fuel exhaust from the lift off set a switch off, and they all started lightin’ flame
one more chance for the man with the best plan to get the money back and to keep them safe
ain’t no peace in the streets, people fiendin’ for release from the new kind of cheap cocaine
contraband, nicaragua and iran and a handshake for the cia
lady on the tv sayin’ “just say no” like everything will be okay
nyc said a wolf pack full of black boys had to be guilty of rape
but guess who’s lookin’ into they system, rippin’ them to the ground with every beat they make?
[chorus]
ask what happened, crunch all the numbers, does it make sense? no (no)
math ain’t mathin’, mad motherf~ckers ain’t makin’ rent, so (so)
history and future belong to the one percent, though (though)
records in the present got bass to rattle they fence, okay
trickle~down monopoly money is just a game, no (no)
made a revolution by playin’ with model trains, so (so)
freak a telephone and live free up inside they brains, though
they sayin’, “d~mn kid, all he doin’ is playin’ games”

[verse 3]
okay
thumbs up for the bombs dropped, with the resource runnin’ low, k!lling many okay
safe harbour instead of off~shore for the rich, if you got money you will be okay
stock markets never stop anymore, people locked on the floor trading all day
farmers stop when the crops are the best in the land and start selling away
internet entering into homes via phones, “online” is a thing they say
speed~up thought is a boon for communication but [?] trade
allies made to be safe and to maintain status, currency in play
tech is king in the life of the ring to the table is changing, things you pay for
virtual s~x can be messy but tissues by the desktop keep it clean, okay
underground n~ggas start to acknowledge sound of glitch and the beats they make
mp3, sd2, ecm, au, alac and wav
getting hard to imagine expanding a thought when it’s not any breathing sp~ce

[chorus]
ask what happened, crunch all the numbers, does it make sense? no (no)
math ain’t mathin’, mad motherf~ckers ain’t makin’ rent, so (so)
history and future belong to the one percent, though (though)
records in the present got bass to rattle they fence, okay (okay)
trickle~down monopoly money is just a game, no (no)
made a revolution by playin’ with model trains, so (so)
freak a telephone and live free up inside they brains, though
they sayin’, “d~mn kid, all he doin’ is playin’ games”
[bridge]
oh really? still get endorphins from spendin’ money, so (so)
virtual or physical? guess what the bank is comin’ fo’ (fo’)
everybody crazy for stayin’, but no one runnin’, though (though)
maybe ’cause it really ain’t nowhere under the sun to go (go)
no more land to tax and they tear off what you imagine, so (so)
stop your dreamin’, even [?] is gon’ be lastin’ fo’ (fo’)
ever, be a p~wn they believin’ they could master
though they never wanted to look behind the eyes of a hacker, okay

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