Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Illuminati, artist - Locksmith.
Date of issue: 22.04.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Illuminati |
Annuit Coeptis Novus Ordo Seclorum scribbled on his back as he orchestrated a |
forum |
Of high treason his eyes bleeding his mind fleeting protected by the branch in |
His right claw feeding. |
Eating off the souls of the youth beautifully built a |
Bird. |
He said we praise Azazel and anually meet at Builderburg. |
And I can feel |
His words piercing through my head I couldn’t see his flesh cause his body was |
Lead. |
Wed to his mother Isis his brother was Horus the stench from David Lynch |
Impregnated her forest. |
The chorus from the Fresh Prince’s theme song ringed on |
Til his knees locked and took the shape of a peacock. |
Mc’s flock to his presence |
To kiss his feathers then he left him for dead like Russian and Carl Wheathers |
In all fairness thats the squareness they rely on the masses still trapped |
Inside the cyclone. |
They spinning out |
They screaming out. |
To the masses taking lashes from they masters they yelling |
Out. |
They screaming out. |
Blood sacrifice welcome to the after life. |
N**** |
Walking dead as they beg to come back to life |
Forbidden scriptures and abandoned laws. |
They said pike is the likeness of |
Mordern Santa Claus. |
A Scottish rite from a god that’s white satanic claws |
Symbolic plights and demonic bites from mechanic jaws. |
Romantic broads put an |
Emphasis on the 2nd month and Constantine used religion to spread the devils |
Hunch. |
So you ain’t gotta step foot inside of the ghetto once to see what they |
Been plotting in deeper then we could ever clutch. |
Whatever lust you desire they |
Find a sin lodged. |
They won’t be happy until we acknowledge them god. |
These are |
The hymns of fallen Jin. |
The memoirs of Nimrod. |
Tracking devices inside ur SIM |
Card. |
The all seeing eye-phone they use to spy on the masses of the people |
Consumed inside of this cyclone. |
If poems can challenge what u rely on then find |
Another bed to go on. |
They screaming out |
They screaming out. |
To the masses taking lashes from they masters they yelling |
Out. |
They screaming out. |
Blood sacrifice welcome to the after life. |
N**** |
Walking dead as they beg to come back to life |