[intro] yeaaah mon, the smoke be bellowin ya you tryin tell me that a buncha freemasons went to da moon mon? naw... that aint real son, tryin trick you mon, take yo divinity from you mon, de earth is flat son, it be real, you aint be trussin no scientists while rasta be existin [verse 1] out in the streets, numba one beats i carry a strap case the fed go on the loose white collar sun glasses ball cap lookin ass psyop, tryin make us care about som false flag ting, aint real mon, you truss the news huh son? [chorus] you trust some nazis still you trust some CGI you afraid to square up you believe in aliens son? you a batty boy. rastafarian de only way to purfy yo soul son, you a worshipper of the son if you tink the son made you boy naw boy god made you son god made everyting mon made the watahs above mon whitey on the moon, whitey on the moon naw operation fishbowl operation mockingbird operation naomi operation dominique fish bowl of the lord son [verse 3] get real wit it mon, you betta be smokin up dat ting der, you beta be smokin up with the toke, weed cures yo sick mind son, when you get afraid you sit and wonda why son, not fall nine times and get up none you a batty boy playin slappy boy, you aint a rasta yet boy but you will be doh island style n hit em wit da tingy island style and then they get the clicky my revolver dont miss my revolver dont evah miss kill a politician holy warriah style kill a politician cuz they wasin yo damn ahh time killa satanist because dey hate yo dang ahh culture holy warriah style anutha news report no soyboy gonna take my land no nasa nazi space nazi gunna take my cultra away no fed gunna escape the fires [outro] feed the hungry, heal the sick, protect the weak, and remember don't eat bugs, there aint no aliens boy, dont eat no bugs, Terry Davis is a venerated chess master, praise Jah the holiest yah mon you know already
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