Lyrics:
pseudo-religious demonic gregarism;
Slaves of repetitive existences, anesthetic lives,
subjected to a health regime:
vaccinated like battery chickens!
Against this
Every day we working
Every day we working
Every day we working
Working, working like what
Working like a Hebrew slave
Working like a Hebrew slave
Thrive mental genocide
Obscure the thoughts
As worlds collide in doubt
Hide in the shadow of the mass
In-different sense
Slave to digital
the Pornquestran, to the filthy producer who fucked me
Fast time civilised, pseudo society
No need to look a second time, see all the facilities where you
Pile up,
command the slaves
I rid the world of its flaws
There’s nothing I would save
Destroy yourself
It’s what mankind does best
You don’t deserve the gift of life
Watch him do the Cajun dance
Deux by quatre et two by four
Stepping up the coeur mon coeur
Sam leans across the table at The Terminal
And his
dientes
Sacándote a mordidas de todo mi sistema
Lo siento nena no he vuelto a vomitar la cena
Sé que querías un ebrio no un pseudo escritor
Que busca
grande
Eres el peor rapero y no tuviste nunca un plan B
Pseudo intelectualoide, filósofo fracasado
Con el ego por la cima del peor acantilado
Dime cómo es
What have I to say
It's nothing that I control
And you don't forget to be a slave
So why hesitate when nothing is possible
Exist on a peaceful cloud
will it lead to?
Pseudo science, material math
6 degrees of knowledge, brother, you don't know the half
Symbolizin symbolism, excercisin exorcism
Make
Desolation kiss of death
Heaven it will send
God forsaken sodomist
Worthless to the end
Slave unto the book of lies
Spreading the disease
Praying
a winner"
With the quickness he got his pseudo-thickness all up in her
But suddenly he, stops mid thrust
Seems she nameless to 'cause, got his stuff
a winner"
With the quickness he got his pseudo-thickness all up in her
But suddenly he, stops mid thrust
Seems she nameless to 'cause, got his stuff
put up a fight, fight, fight
Blind but I still see you in front of me there
The painted picture you dyed in pseudo satisfaction
The truth is bleeding
nigga misbehave
I'm quick to test all them killas, the ones who swear they brave
Media slaves
Digging holes they can't climb out of they just testing
we get high to a rhythm with spiritual appeal
Expressions of freedom from the descendants of slaves
God gives us the strength for new horizons we
this is not some pseudo, mythical religious belief to take over the world
This is truth
Emanating
Displaying
The fools their roles in the schematics I've
Don't be mad at me, I had to be the one to break it to you
You get kicked into obscurity like judo, no Menudo
Cause you pseudo, trying to compete with
This semi-place is slippery
Unwinds uncompromised before me
Here you wait pseudo-bereft
A vague affront to my time left
Cease to be fortune's
a band aid"
Pseudo spiritual kebababallah's we can all be fooled
It's the death of the cool
The death of the cool
We got fakirs, false prophets
Neak Verse 1:
Vision elevated....beyond this structure the home of a slave, is inundated, with stories, that Black is deadly cause it’s filled with
you'll have nothing to worry or feel bad about
No, I won't listen anymore
I can't do this anymore
Not a slave, or yours to cure
White rooms
Sterile
a sham acting pseudo
I ain't always working but I always pack my tool though
You seen my logo one hand that's my Libra Scales
Other hand that's my weapon
a Band Aid"
Pseudo spiritual Kebababallah's, we can all be fooled
It's the death of the cool, the death of the cool
We got fakers, false prophets
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