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Don'T Touch That Dial

Yo, wake up, Van! Brother, you’ve been asleep for a good long while Things sure have changed a lot; reality took a dark turn, being so boorishly bad is fashionably back in style Like a rip in time, Van, your thug gangsta days is now ancient crime Whatcha did, and whatcha wanna do, it don’t matter much A little twinkle winkle bell told me that you was down for change That you just needed a positive monetary boost Listen and understand, Van — you fell asleep with the TV on, and the subliminal messages must’ve seeped thru and brainwashed you You can’t jumpstart an old car, and expect to get far down the same rocky road Besides, your pockets still got holes; and your mind got Swiss tissues, full of charcoal fluid materialistic issues Don’t you see, it’s all about to go up in flames any Green paper Day now Bigger sharks than you are on the prowl, and Van, you’ve gotten couch potato soft, my man I can see the voices are telling you to sit back and relax ... close your eyes Take a load off and rest a little longer for a good while But whatever you do, the drowsy bug voices in yo’ head says: Don’t touch that dial! Let the reruns play ... Don’t touch that dial! Put the snooze alarm on timer delay ... Don’t touch that dial! No need to fret and worry ... Don’t touch that dial! And definitely don’t watch and pray — Put down the phone, let the emergency dial tone drone Just close your eyes and get your pacifying smoke on