[Intro – ominous] Maps on the table, ink bleeds black, Nine shadows whisper, thirteen track. Every skyline born from a hidden hand, Coordinates drawn in the desert sand. [Verse 1] Archie Roosevelt, briefcase in flight, Nigeria’s Emir in the candlelight. David brings beetles, Egypt on his sleeve, Professors in tow, secrets they weave. Standard Oil oaths carved under stone, Rothschild feasts where the deals are sewn. Feud in the papers, pact in the hall, World Trade sketches on a cocktail wall. [Hook] Nine set routes, thirteen send codes, Orders move quiet down the gilded roads. If a tower gets built, then a pen once wrote, Read the minutes in the margins they quote. [Verse 2] UN envoys knock on Pocantico’s gate, Rockefeller hosts with a world to shape. Chase steel mills in a Turkish bay, Cotton in Nigeria paid their way. Senators owned with a slip of green, 1904, that machine runs clean. Council of Nine draft the world’s decree, Council of Thirteen seals the key. [Hook] Nine set routes, thirteen send codes, Orders move quiet down the gilded roads. If a tower gets built, then a pen once wrote, Read the minutes in the margins they quote. [Bridge – sharp cadence] Feast of the Beast with the candles lit, Every oath signed where the daggers sit. If the story looks neat, check the parchment fold, Coordinates drawn where the truth grows cold. [Verse 3] CIA cast as the mask of the play, Illuminati kings write the script their way. From desert flights to Manhattan streets, Same few names where the council meets. Every skyline, every war, Chalked in a ledger they keep offshore. Crash through silence, hear the pact resound, Coordinates marked where the graves are found. [Hook] Nine set routes, thirteen send codes, Orders move quiet down the gilded roads. If a tower gets built, then a pen once wrote, Read the minutes in the margins they quote. [Outro – low and grim] Maps folded tight in a shadow’s hand, Lines of power carved in sand. If the council speaks, then the world obeys, Crashwalker walks through the black hallways.
