Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Last Christians, artist - Canibus.
Date of issue: 03.03.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Last Christians |
Oblivious Christians, Muslims, most of them |
Puppet Master controls both of them |
All spoken language was created by Satan |
Planet Earth is a captured operation |
Lies cannot exist without speech |
Humankind can’t trust what they see, tell me what are your beliefs? |
Are they a multiple or singular God |
Do you follow 10 commandments or 10 thousand laws? |
Life on Mars, what are the odds? |
Do I remember being there, nah but what if I was brainwashed? |
The tier one scientists, that’s their main job |
To teach you where you are, not where you came from |
The telescope is offline, why? |
The culture divides due to the confusion most of the time |
History’s always been sorted, important facts not reported |
Real Hip Hop is not recorded |
Dark forces, shadow sorcerers, de-facto black marketers |
Families feuding in their corporate offices |
The running man strangles Mr. Dawson outside Guy Fawkes' apartment |
Right after the Boston Bombing |
I’m in the pawn shop, make me an offer |
Take two more derivatives and call me in the morning doctor |
E.coli malaria water, earthquake victims still starving |
Babies born with barcodes on their organs |
Holocaust healthcare was never any better than welfare |
A lot of people think it ain’t fair |
They should drop food from drones instead of dropping bombs |
Jimmy Crack Corn from modified hormones |
Soybean Tofu grow produce |
Faggot ass doctor wanna grab your prostate and he don’t even know you |
I got nerves of steel protected from electrical surge |
My curse words become medical terms |
He said «Allahu akbar» and then blew up the plane |
They said, «God bless his radioactive remains» |
Tactical protocol was changed from that moment on |
The whole world’s at war but not for long |
They say from disaster comes peace, God bless the deceased |
They had to pick up the rest of his teeth |
First and last name, RFID in your brain |
Shackled to some chains on a train |
Close quarters, close margins, no wiggle room on the target |
Stay close like titties and armpits |
Bioceramic bone fragments, post apocalyptic mathematics |
How do you weaponize a rabbit? |
Fusion ignition, a new way of thinking just listen |
Close enough to hear the laser beams whisper |
Pyramids on every planet |
Spacecrafts crash landed and disbanded, left in a sandpit |
A Christian cross stands outside a crater |
Faint crescent moonlike shapes glows through the vapour |
21st century mega quakes shake ups |
Mommy late for work with messed up make-up |
Daddy lost his job, they might break up |
He makes 25 cents a week (He makes what?) |
The country hungry and tired, Nero is fine tuning his lyre |
The empire is consumed by fire |
Parliament closely monitored, school bus size comets hit Washington |
People in the church talking about God again |
Tsunami, what you mean God? |
I mean watch the ocean seesaw up thousands of feet to the sea floor |
Thought process froze, think but do not disclose |
Rap music don’t barter no gold |
All the plaques we got were fake |
Just like this horse shit reality they make you think you create |
Dummies amused by the sound of their own laughter |
Black gold sprays from white holes in Alaska |
Didn’t wanna listen when they told you |
Now you eating Soybean Tofu, the government owns you |
The Antichrist approaches, everybody holds their noses |
They know death don’t smell like roses |
The minister was putting on his tube socks |
Went downstairs in the elevator like 2Pac |
A foreign diplomats jewel box is no match for elite rulers toolbox |
Look how many rules they got |
No respect, human conditional disconnect |
There’s nothing left, certainly less than you would dare suspect |
Yet perhaps maybe there’s more |
Crystal quartz tuning forks, mind control forces strangle your thoughts |
My land is lost and now I can’t talk or walk |
I cry out, «My kingdom for a horse!» |
Operation full spectrum I reviewed all of the metrics |
I removed everything that was pleasant |
Dig a hole to get over depression |
Psycho psychic methods, if it works, then why change the method? |
They control the entire globe, they say «I don’t care what you know Earthman, |
just do what you’re told!» |
Dents, Nicks, Cracks, Splints and other Swedish laments |
The best poetry barely makes sense |
Their pulse races, blood all over their faces |
This craziness and nobody’s coming to save us |
His mortal wounds were heat treated, we were unable to stop the bleeding |
Humans retreated, robots feeding |
Boulder size rocks reeling, the Earth is squealing |
Dollar crash, Wall Street didn’t even feel it |
Now what you gonna deal with, what you gonna eat a meal with |
No tangibles? |
Don’t even think about stealing it |
Purify your h20 and stop moving so slow |
You already know where we gotta go |
Opsec topside, Tony Stark bomblets, rockslide |
Twist metal, a bent up carbine |
Sweet Caroline, double barrel time |
They wanna beef, don’t let em get past the cattle line |
Retched, dusty ass stetson, isotope sensors |
This is a community consensus |
Boys will be boys, men with contaminated toys |
The future is full of so much joy |
Burgundy maroon John Mayer |
Bluetooth black root yohimble bark player, soothsayer |
Those within distance to hear, they don’t care |
God bless the praying prepper who is scared but prepared |
A brand new world begins after pole shift planet overspin |
Ahh here we go again |
Modern day martyrs sing chorus |
Ave verum corpus from the pinnacle of tire bale fortress |
This is your world, take it back if you want it |
But you can’t sit at that table without a offering |
Pursed lips like Mick Jagger, a bowl of hot soup cracker barrel |
Raisin oatmeal and apples |
Illegal 7.62 rounds in the satchel, this is unnatural |
The sentence is death if they catch you |
Fuel station incineration all over the nation |
Devils flying all over creation |
Don’t open that box, it belongs to Pan |
And he will compose music for the song of man |
Area 51 is off limits to the intellectually timid |
Humankind really has no business |
If you wanna to see a fight start, turn the lights off |
A dark world by a tragedy of life lost |