I know you kick your flows about your fashion so fresh
Boy I'm about to take you down a notch, so fasten yo belts
Cuz the story about your clothes, and everything else
Is one that might make you challenge yourself

You see, let start in Uzbekistan, with forced child slaves, picking cotton
How much are they paid? can you guess oh I bet you can
Yeah, less than a dollar a day,
Their impoverished to say the least of it,

Then this cotton get's shipped off to factories in China
Where independent human rights estimates suggest there's 6.5 -
7 million people in prison labor camps
The free market ain't so free when you put it to the magnifying glass,

After the textiles are processed in southeast Asia
They are assembled by teenagers
Mostly females Latinas in maquiladoras
Backed up by regimes like the one in Honduras

Then shipped, and sold through a clerk at a register
Who's paid like shit, wants to merc every customer
Pay dues to a union that colludes with the boss
Workers getting screwed from the from the dudes on the top

Yo you kick flows about how you're eating so well
But I'm about to take you down a notch, so fasten yo belts
Cuz the story about your food, and everything else
Is one that might make you challenge yourself

My hopes are hard that the next time you eating chocolate,
You'll think about the slaves picking cocoa in Cote d'Voire
Or the mechanically separated animals, shown no regard
Or the workers at the meat factories, missing toes and arms

Or those who starve because more food is grown on farms to
Feed animals for meat and dairy products, when did we go so far?
It's so bizarre, monocrops grown in petroleum soup
The top soil can only erode so far

Before you just can't grow food, and it's crazy 'cuz we waste so much
Throw out billions of tons of food annually, yeah this case closed shut
It's our duty to build in this GMO wasteland
So the next time you at the store, here's some ish you can say such as

Tell 'em 'bout the slavery in the cocoa, the brutality in the beef
the imperialism of the banana, and the fallacy of the feast
Point out that the current system's unsustainable
Especially when the rich throwing out plate's that's full

I heard about how you got the fattest dope cell
But I'm about to take you down a notch, so fasten yo belts
'Cuz the story about your gear, and everything else
Is one that might make you challenge yourself

Let's start with a gun in a child's hand
Pointed at another child, diggin in the sand like a wild man
Mining for coltan in the Congo
It's needed for your iPod so there ain't nothing wrong though

The coltan is broke into columbite and tantalite
And snuck out the country so no one can track it right
Tantalite's essential to your cellphones and laptops
And the country with the most of it is a hell hole with have nots

Materials converted to components up in sweatshops
Filled toxic chemicals, like fumes produced when lead's hot
Causing birth defects, and many other illnesses
But these are poor people so the media just filters it

And again after all this murder, rape, and bloodshed
It's all just thrown away, and the perp is safe at sunset
And the path ahead will get darker unless the unrest
Is channeled towards a future where we all can feel the success

So I heard about how your living so well
But I'm about to take you down a notch, you can go to hell
'Cuz the story about your life, and everything else
Is one that might make you challenge yourself

So I heard about how your living so well
But I'm about to take you down a notch, you can go to hell
'Cuz the story about your life, and everything else
Is one that makes me want to damage your health, say word