"Dead Time" The Problemaddicts ft. Agent 23 and Platypus Complex

The Problemaddicts 2nd full length album, The Dark Side Of Oz is Pink Floyd's Dark Side Of The Moon remixed with the soundtrack from The Wizard Of Oz, to create a 12 track Hip Hop album. Produced by Tone and DJ Theory for Mystika Music. Download for free at:
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One of the dopest tracks Ive heard in awhile, you guys deserve more exposure.Much Respect!

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Dead Time - Problemaddicts
Let me take you back like a historian/
over flux capacitor in the back of the Dolorian/
before the end of magic and myth we chatted with our gods/
maybe even passed them a spliff/
religion now we practiced that shit, we used to live it/
and kick it with the spirit realm 'cause it was that vivid/
before we were enslaved in pavements we were cavemen askin' favors from gods with cave paintings/
manifestations and oracles, when's the last time you questioned inside of a prayer wasn't rhetorical/
we used to use ritual and sacrifice to find infinity but now it's visible with satellites/
the flashing lights of the idiot box, that's the new god, part of an insidious plot/
meant to rob us of the spiritual, take away the miracles, till the fear controls with a sickness that's incurable/
why you think tobacco and tequila, are legal, but mushrooms and sativa, are evil/
if people, started looking deep beyond the surface they might see themselves as something beyond workers/
the government is nervous so they keep it simple kill the witches in the woods, keep the prayer in the temples/
but underground medicine men keep the vision strong, magic is alive & well even while they sing this song/
Ding-dong, the witch is dead/
which old witch/
the wicked witch/
Ding-dong the wicked witch is dead...
Listen, it doesn't take a brain surgeon to see that the witches stay burning at the stake/
different form my flames with the same hate sermon/
and nothing changed but the name the King James’ version/
and that pointy hat was replaced by today's turban/
so what's the point of this prevalent premonition of pressure prejudge president predecessor religions/
Pope to President, Lord to Bank Treasure man, noble Knight to General, tax collector to creditor/
it's all the same shit just the toilet's getting shined/
cocaine's the new cotton, boil it and dye/
watch the color's bleed together metaphorically applies/
to this brave new world drawn to the royalty of lines/
where grown-ups conforming to the corporate design/
and our faith is a tool because loyalty is blind/
I'd tell you there's a hope but that'd spoil the surprise/
besides, it's been this way since the origin of time/
Damn, look where we headed again/
the leader of free men wearing devilish grin/
enlist, load the clips, start wettin again/
would they kill for you, how the US measures its friends/
the game is rigged and they ain't letting you win/
it's straight to the pen with you medicine men/
I cook my thoughts down to intelligent gems/
revolution's on Fox, I'm not telling you when/
fuck changing their laws, that's a part of the plot/
why the fuckyou think the cops raid medicinal herd shops/
even in states that's legalized/
the FBI still snapping pictures from the sky with the eagle eye/
I got a black magic woman off Manhattan with a torch lit/
pedaling pipe dreams till your tired and you're poor with/
corporate endorsements and pitiful portions/
of apple pie dreams and scream screaming distortions/
pay no attention to the man behind the pixels/
ring around the telly with a pocket full of pistols/
all's fair in free markets, isn't it fun/
hell yes, I better get me my religion and guns/
competition for crumbs, free to tread a fine line/
with a Technicolor soul, an anaesthetized mind/
somewhere over the rainbow on a yellow brick road/
in a land where the streets are paved with fool's gold/
so do what you're told with the illusions your sold/
delusions of control hold you while you're losing your soul/
I stare at the camera till the camera stares back/
it's high time I went home but where's that...?

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THANK YOU SO MUCH! :D

[@sublimeolea]

Despite the fact that i'd usually be offended because this is Pink Floyd. This is fucking good. Kudos.

[@unclebuddha]

Get your life up on the rocks, something more to watch.

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