[Verse 1: Gray Matters] Wake up and smell the daffodils It’s about to get real like Cannes films These social justice shills with Coexist stickers on they shields won’t stand still ’til all the grass fields turn to landfills Take the red pill and follow the bread trail down the rabbit hole of deception and blood spill Capitol Hill, where lips stay sealed, secrets aren’t revealed and rats get killed So while you’re in the club, twerking for bills, I suggest you start working on your prepping skills You know the deal FEMA camps being built Secret military drills The beast is in they grill They treat us like sheeps on treadmills, who get sweeped by sleeper cells, just to end up as another number It’s getting hotter every summer I hope you save up extra batteries, bump my tape in your bunker ‘cause helter skelter will have you screaming for help, once all the Hamburger Helper comes flying off the shelf Eyes wide shut, minds stay closed Thugs sipping rosé in every picture pose Os filled with ‘dro Got you putting fire to more white owls than black robes at the bohemian grove [Verse 2: Bliss] Yo, I’m diametrically opposed to that cold sheep-herding, [?]-worshipping [?] and that baphomet goat Here, hold my coat as I reach I’m tearing throats Secret Service murdered JFK for the realest shit he ever wrote I do invoke legendary prophets who died before The message was broke, decode for slowpokes Stroking egos for souls plated in gold, this game is so cold Nazi bases in Antarctic poles So what you hiding for under them bunkers on the thirteenth floor? Holographic matrix hardcore Talking to them drones is like pulling teeth through a whale’s blowhole It’s a no-go like a solo in a sea of minnow Only dead fish go with the flow though so I’m breeding knowledge Summon truth through floorboards, like Rosemary’s gargoth Time-travel through your minds like John Titor Got two bitches like John Ritter A psalm-spitter My palm flitters I’m crying glitters off wing tips and distinct hymns with clips are fringes of sciences Appliances keep us trapped in our devices Look at me, I’m lifing But we don’t even question the people that we wifing They siphon our lives into crystal skulls at satanic rituals underneath daycares at McMartin Trials Kill pedophiles with [?] wild styles Condemn them to the hottest fires as my mind compiles x-files ’til your mind retires
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