🎤 Page 23 – "Black Hand Protocol"

[Hook] Sign the check or light the flame, Mafia suits, CIA names, Snatch your king, replace the face, Bundles of blood in a paper chase. Sign the check or light the flame, Mafia’s real — just a branch of the game, Illuminati strings, same damn names, Fake Hughes, fake truth, fake fucking fame. [Verse 1] Hegelian tricks, thesis and antithesis, Burn your biz down, then sell protection kits, Bundy moves pieces while the Onassis clicks, Giancana sittin’ back, pullin' government tricks. Black Hand seals on the blood-soaked note, Light up the block if you don't pay the goat, Then the same hand that slit your throat, Offers you safety for the price of hope. Sam Giancana had Judith wired to Jack, Smiling with Kennedy, knife in the back, Mafia, CIA — twins of the pact, One world army dressed in black slacks. [Verse 2] Robert Mayheu slid into place, Double agents, two Hughes face to face, Kidnap the real, replace the space, Siphon the fortune, erase the trace. L. Wayne Rector masked the grave, Brooks Randall out here playin' the wave, Fake Hughes photo ops staged and paved, While the body rots in a sunken cave. Bundy the handler, Mayheu the ghost, Russell the cleaner who talks to the post, Watergate boys still cook the roast, Pentagon pimps — they brag and boast. [Verse 3] RNC phones, Nixon bugged, But who secured it? Russell’s thugs, Lou played both sides, kiss and slug, Same bloodlines from the Masonic rug. McCarthy caught glimpse, they cut him loose, Poisoned his rep, then tightened the noose, While Hiss got cleared by establishment juice, And Bundy rolled deep with a penthouse view. Full circle swing, the knives and the lies, A puppet regime under Satan’s skies, If you think you're free — surprise, surprise, Your king been dead, replaced with spies. [Outro - Whisper, Grim Laugh] "You ain't lookin' at history, lil' bro... you're lookin' at product placement for your own funeral." "Smile for the camera."