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