| Yes, today begins a new order. |
| Your lands, your possessions,
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| Your very lives will be gladly given in tribute to me.
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| In return for your obedience, you will enjoy my generous protection.
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| In other words, you will be allowed to live.
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| Yo,
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| Freedoms been overthrown by Skull and Bones scroll and key,
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| Lunatics, upside down crucifix on their rosary,
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| It’s the home of the brave, land of the supposed free,
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| And Trilateral Commission expeditions overseas,
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| Opposing me’s a socially accepted secret known to me,
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| The Jason Group mistakes the truth as its golden fleece,
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| Am I supposed to believe masons who have a mixture,
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| Of Satan and Catholic scripture, traded some gas to Hitler?
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| Should I believe when your forefather’s Jack the Ripper?
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| And you worship statues in the forest to practise Wicca,
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| I seen it unfold, summer season, reading a scroll,
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| Translating masons speakin' in code at Bohemian Grove,
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| Prince Bernard of the Netherlands left some evidence,
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| And the Bilderberg chose our presidents ever since,
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| Veteran Illuminati invaded the Scottish Rite,
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| Denounced god and Christ, worshipped man, and forgot the light,
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| So I got to fight, coz' I don’t care how it sounds,
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| The CIA planted C4 to bring the towers down,
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| Planes hit, a weapon’s born trackin' us with Echelon,
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| When a video exists of a missile hitting the pentagon,
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| What a masterpiece, the past repeats, it’s never gone,
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| In daddy’s footsteps junior re-enacts Desert Storm,
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| Like let’s get it on, act righteous, cause a fast crisis,
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| Double gas prices and blame the fact we tax-hyped it,
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| But observing optics can see through a vermin’s logic,
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| To just turn a profit and fatten Halliburton’s pockets,
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| Making Satan’s fire lakes out a higher place,
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| So this time I break, there’s only so much I can take.
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| Here’s the truth, we the people have been seeing your attempts,
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| And realized we the ones you declared war against,
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| Here’s the truth, I refuse to have you controlling me,
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| With my faith in a bunch of snakes I just don’t believe,
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| The holy Roman crown is sacred and it seems the House of David,
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| Left Black Nobility and Jesus somehow related,
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| Black don’t refer to the colour of these cowards faces,
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| Their powder pasted skin makes them the proudest racists,
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| Illuminated lineage on lonely chromosomes,
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| Known for seeking the return of the holy Roman throne,
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| Committee of 300 call the shots close to home,
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| Tappin' in your mobile phones, matchin' up your vocal tones,
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| It’s your darkest belief, started with Harvard’s elite,
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| And Yale’s fraternal orders marketing the mark of the beast,
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| Deceiving as a demon playing the part of a priest,
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| Habsburg’s causing famine while we starve in the streets,
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| Old School psychology basing fate on numerology,
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| The newest colony and Lucifer’s future prophecy
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| In aristocracy with souls in the devils hands,
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| And architecture plans, city streets designed as pentagrams,
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| Hidden cams on every inch of this blessed land,
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| A Verichip GPS attached to your genetic strands,
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| But I’ll be damned if I allow some coward to drown me,
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| In the powers he proudly learned from Aleister Crowley,
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| Coz' outta' my county on the turnpike, word life,
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| There’s Nazi propaganda promoting Bush’s Third Reich,
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| Turn right at the left wing and find these coke leaders,
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| Then expose FEMA before you take The Fall like colt severs,
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| No Geneva Convention peace treaty will be safe,
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| When the elite make a one world government police state,
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| I know y’all relate and even I hope I’m wrong,
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| But I know I’m not, coz' I know what the fuck is going on. |