[Verse 1] Yo, check the mic, one two, this ain't no drill, no false alarm Codex Alimentarius, yeah, that's the charm Or the curse, depends how you view the world, man Global grub rules, they got a master plan For your plate, your belly, every bite you take Standardizing everything, for goodness sake From farm to fork, they orchestrate the scene What's pure, what's poison, what's truly clean Government gums flapping, corporate hands deep While the little guy's garden, he just can't keep [Chorus - Auto-Tuned] Codex, contraption, global food machine Behind the scenes, pullin' strings, unseen Codex, contraption, what's the real agenda? More than just dinner, a worldwide sender Of regulations, stipulations, laws they craft While the truth gets twisted, blown away by the draft [Verse 2] They talkin' 'bout safety, nutrition, all that jazz But the fine print hidden, gives me the razz Doses of vitamins, they got a cap on that Synthetic flavors flowin', where your real food at? Pesticide levels, they adjust the bar Sayin' it's harmless, ain't no scar But the cumulative effect, that's the real fright Slow drip poison, dimmin' your light From the field to the factory, the lab's control For your body, your spirit, takin' its toll [Chorus - Auto-Tuned] Codex, contraption, global food machine Behind the scenes, pullin' strings, unseen Codex, contraption, what's the real agenda? More than just dinner, a worldwide sender Of regulations, stipulations, laws they craft While the truth gets twisted, blown away by the draft [Bridge] They pushin' the narrative, for the greater good But whose good is it really? Misunderstood Or understood too well, by the ones in power Every single morsel, every single hour Of your consumption, under their gaze Trapped in this labyrinth, through a food-laced maze [Chorus - Auto-Tuned] Codex, contraption, global food machine Behind the scenes, pullin' strings, unseen Codex, contraption, what's the real agenda? More than just dinner, a worldwide sender Of regulations, stipulations, laws they craft While the truth gets twisted, blown away by the draft [Outro] Yeah, keep it local, keep it real, keep a hand in the dirt Know what's on your table, don't let the slick talk work One two, check the mic, let the small farms breathe And keep your eyes on the menu, what they won't concede
