🧨 Page 3 – "Councils of Blood"

[Verse 1] Yo, fuck your editors and polished lies, I dropped this shit with blood in my eyes. Ain’t no luxury here, ain't no soft team, Just me, this pen, and a motherfuckin' dream. You got millions? I had scraps and scars, While they built pyramids, I wrote behind bars. No money for copies, no crew, no suits, Still cracked the code, still dug them roots. Piece by piece, year by year, Scrapin’ the dirt where they whispered in fear. Thirteen bloodlines carved in bone, Satan’s seeds sittin' on a stolen throne. Control the past? You own the now. That’s why they poisoned every fuckin' child. From cradle to grave, they script your brain, While you slave and you pray for a goddamn chain. [Hook – Barked raw like a war cry] Blood soaked, council cloaked, History's throat cut, lies choked. Mask off, fuck they stage, We torch they bloodlines page by page. [Verse 2] Mystery religions, secret strings, Movin’ kings like puppets on rings. Wars? Fake as the tits on a whore, Sold you death while they cashed your war. Elite don’t fight elite, bitch — they toast, They send your sons to become they ghosts. Tom Collins tried — got erased, John Todd spoke — got defaced. David Hill bled in the lines he wrote, While the devils in silk tightened they choke. Witnesses silenced, but the truth won’t rot, You can kill the man — but you can't kill the plot. I read them pages by bloodshot eyes, While they fed you clowns and televised lies. Mellons, Rockefellers, Astors, Dukes, Guggenheims, DuPonts — they rollin’ in suits. They play both sides, red and blue, Communists, capitalists, feedin' on you. Ain’t no left, ain’t no right, Just a fat fuck throne in the dead of night. [Bridge – Glitchy transmission voice, distorted] Thirteen lines — one fuckin' throne, Satan’s kids raised in gold and bone. Fake messiahs, poisoned creeds, Babylon’s cancer in planted seeds. [Verse 3 – Final slam] 1991 — I broke they seals, Dropped Be Wise As Serpents — showed the real. 1992 — the newsletters dropped, Every family’s blueprint, exposed non-stop. Monarch control, earthquake scams, Mind raped soldiers in the desert sands. Bohemian freaks, dark mother gods, Pilgrim creeps worshipin' frauds. Jason Group, MJ-12, OTO scum, Bohemian faggots out praisin’ the Sun. Sanhedrin rings, Process Church, Lucifer’s kings marchin' on Earth. Two books to crack they skulls and pride, Volume one’s the map, Volume two’s the ride. "The whole world lies in wickedness" — that's fact, And I wrote this bitch to take it back. [Outro – Echoing gunshot static] Name the blood. Name the war. Name the chains. Burn the floor.