I got wasted last 4th of July
I was trying to be free
And by the time the work burst in the sky
I had stopped being me
They chased us with the same old lies to open up our minds
now we're signing our confessions cause we've broken over time
We scratch our John Hancocks with blood of greater men
We Xanado and Xanadon't right up till the end
The Eagle has landed or stayed on the perch
Sex in the City or pray in the Church
Technical foul or Authentic Crime
Cobra Commander or Optimus Prime
All knowing leader or Helen Keller
Miracle worker or Penn and Teller
Edumacation or Digital Cable
9/11 Truth or Biblical fable
All Keira Knightly and all Daniel Day
There will be Blood or there won't be no pay
Throw down the gauntlet or stick with the fame
William Wallace or Citizen Kane
Chorus
There's a dying Mahatma
In this Cyber Shangri-La
I got f*cked up on Easter Sunday
I was just trying to grieve
And by the time I got my sins out the way
T'was no way I could leave
Jesus is dead or Return of the King
Greatest MC or just Lord of the bling
Facebook relations or books in your face
Fossil Fuel poisons or cyclical phase
Simon Cowell or Colin Powell
Triple suplexes or throwing towels
Heston as Moses and Bush as the Bush
Campaign after Campaign and push after push
English white chick or Roberta Flack hack
Jill Scott too fat or she just still too black
Slave to the system or master of Jack
Shit hit the fan or is it hitting back?
Chorus
There's a dying Mahatma
In this Cyber Shangri-La
They chased us with the same old lies to open up our minds
now we're signing our confessions cause we've broken over time
We scratch our John Hancocks with blood of greater men
We Xanado and Xanadon't right till the end