Lyrics
Yeah… They said we was free when the gates swung wide Now the pigs got the keys and the dogs on the side Big Brother watchin' every time I slide I'm slippin'… damn near every night Woke up in the mud with the rest of the herd Dreams of the orchard, now the orchard's absurd Napoleon in the manor with the whip and the word Squealer on the mic twistin' every verb I used to bark at the farmer, teeth in the fight Now I'm countin' the rations by the dim red light Thoughtcrime in my chest every time I breathe deep Doublethink in my head when I try to sleep All animals equal – that's the line they sold Then the pigs grew hands and the story got cold I'm slippin' off the path that the rebels once walked Tongue full of slogans, mind gettin' locked 808 kick like a boot to the ribs Every bass note remind me what the system did I'm slippin'… Under the eye, under the weight, under the lie Slippin'… From the freest of beasts to the quietest spy All animals equal till the trough run dry I'm slippin'… and the cameras never blink twice Used to run with the ones who still remembered the song Now they got numbers where the names used to belong Boxers in the trucks headed out past the hill We clap when they leave 'cause the pigs say we will I tried to speak truth in the barn late at night Rats in the walls and the walls got a mic Ministry of Love got a room just for me Where they rewrite the past till the past agree Personal demons still claw at my sleeve But the public ones got the better of me I'm the dog that forgot how to bite when it counts Just another shadow on the surveillance mounts 808 pattern like a heartbeat gone wrong Heavy and hollow – been this way too long I'm slippin'… Under the eye, under the weight, under the lie Slippin'… From the freest of beasts to the quietest spy All animals equal till the trough run dry I'm slippin'… and the cameras never blink twice They don't need chains when the mind do the work Don't need a whip when the fear do the hurt I look in the mirror – see a pig lookin' back Same old hunger in a different mask Slippin'… Not from the bottle, not from the blade From the quiet acceptance of the cage that we made Last free thought was a whisper I buried Next to the bones of the ones who got worried I still feel the pull of the open field days But the map got rewritten and the roads all decay Big Brother, Napoleon – same face, different name Same appetite dressed in a different frame I'm the animal that learned how to walk on two feet Then forgot why the four-legged version was free So I rap to the dark where the mics can't reach Pray the 808 drown out the lessons they teach If I fall all the way, let the beat be the rope If I rise for a second, let the truth be the hope Slippin'… Yeah… still slippin' But I see the fence now Yeah... I see the fence now