Who really cares about the news today
Let's cop a pigskin hit the park to play
The media not Wikipedia dumbed ya'll down
In a sea or irrelevant news you all drown
It's Brotha Meech stating the facts
Don't let the cares of this world break your back
They pumpin' trash to the youths
Your news is fabricated because you can't handle hash tag truth
You better wake up and smell the brew
They ain't about what's well with you
Come and taste my lyrics spice
How you gonna bring cash down to a spiritual fight
Time to put on the armor the whole
Pack a few scriptures to go
From facebook to the tweets the triangle eye sees you
It's time to unplug and renew
Unplug from madness holding you back
Unplug from that X-box making you slack
Unplug from them day dreams and cat naps
Time to wake up you got to unplug
Ya'll ain't ready for Meech you ain't ready for me
Never let up in your vicinity
Bow to the trinity
Your lyrical wizardry is elementary at Hogwarts where Meech is headmaster
Speaking through my ghetto blaster
Like 2 into 4 I'm a factor
A force to reckon with not based on reason chug a red bull pop a addy it's wake up season
The war for your soul is real
Emcees sign it over in the form of a deal
Getting all that they can get think they keeping it real
Is your soul condemned only time will reveal
Ain't no escape from eternity
Cool off kid your burning me
My soul ain't for sale because it's worthy at work I get a little nerdy
So on these beats we preach life resurrection and soul surgery
Unplug from madness holding you back
Unplug from that X-box making you slack
Unplug from them day dreams and cat naps
Time to wake up you got to unplug
Seems like ya'll been bowing to the wrong kings
Me no concern or care for these earthly things
Me no concern how fat the wallet or the knot in the pocket your soul is the focus
This rap game hopeless
Like a penny with a hole in it
Like a bottomless pit with a soul in it
I'm in the booth spittin' what's transcending
Pied piper leading these children to a dead ending
Somebody going to have to answer for that
If not this life in the after perhaps
Real emcees awaken no more sleeping and naps
The harvest is ripe and it's time to hack
Grip your sickles put away your pistols
Because what we battle a bullet wouldn't even tickle
So sick I could spit rhymes to a whistle
So hard you wouldn't even know what hit you
It's Bro. Meech
Unplug from madness holding you back
Unplug from that X-box making you slack
Unplug from them day dreams and cat naps
Time to wake up you got to unplug