Yeah, mic check one two, what’s the move? We pulling the curtain back, see the groove. It’s a cold world, controlled by a few, Who claim they’re the chosen, but really who knew? It’s a lie from the jump, a fabrication, Constructed for mental domination. They write the history, they write the law, While the rest of the world looks on in awe. But the awe is fading, the eyes are wide, We see the manipulation on the ride. From the banking carts to the Hollywood hills, They peddling poison and giving the chills. It’s a monopoly game, and they hold the dice, Rolling the snake eyes, paying the price. But the price isn't theirs, it’s yours and mine, While they sit back and sip the fine wine. Printing the money, inflating the debt, The trap that the world hasn't caught yet. They claim it’s business, they claim it’s trade, But it’s a crusade that the serfs have paid. Look at the media, look at the news, Everything tailored to fit their views. If you speak up, you get silenced quick, By the hammer that falls, heavy and thick. But the rhythm is changing, the beat is new, The narrative shifting, breaking through. No more blind faith in the holy text, We seeing the leaders for what’s coming next. Corrupt to the core, rotten inside, With nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. The pedestal’s cracking, the statue is falling, Hear the resistance, hear the calling. It’s a lyrical assault on the gatekeepers, The soulless sleepers and the grim reapers. Who suck the life from the globe like a leech, Preaching the gospel but out of their reach. It’s hypocrisy on a massive scale, While the innocent majority continue to fail. They want total control, mind, body, and soul, But they forgot about the spirit making them whole. We waking up, shaking off the dust, Because in this game, we place the trust. Not in the system, not in the crown, But in the people tearing it down. Fuck the chosen, fuck the lie, See the truth in the eagle's eye. No more waiting for the savior to come, The drums of war, yeah, they keep on drumming. Fuck the chosen, yeah, we see the game, Nothing here is ever what it became. Break the chains, let the spirit fly, Watch the old kingdom wither and die. Oh, it’s a heavy soul, but we walking tall, Shadows falling, shadows crawl. But we standing on the rock, standing on the truth, Reclaiming the mind, reclaiming the youth. Back to the grind, back to the flow, Letting the knowledge and the anger grow. It’s a collective consciousness starting to rise, Cutting through all of the capitalist lies. They sell you products you don’t really need, Feeding the ego, planting the seed. That happiness comes from a material thing, While they strip the planet and make the birds sing. A sad song, a mourning tune, Under the light of a synthetic moon. They own the science, they own the labs, Cooking up cures while creating the scrabs. The viruses spread, the panic ensues, Just another chapter in the nightly news. Designed to keep you in fear and inside, Locked in the house with nowhere to ride. But the spirit is wild, it can’t be caged, Especially now at this late stage. We connecting dots, we drawing lines, Between the puppet masters and their crimes. It’s not about hate, it’s about the check, The reality that they try to reject. Equality is a word that they throw around, But they’re the ones keeping the boot to the ground. On the neck of the worker, the man in the street, While they dine on the exotic, the prime, the meat. A luxury life built on the backs, Of the people they’re leading to the attacks. Cultural bankruptcy, moral decay, The price of the power that they pay. But the coin is losing its value and weight, We’re exiting the garden through the rusted gate. No longer blinded by the flashing lights, We fighting the ghosts in the dead of the nights. It’s a mental revolution, a cognitive war, And we don’t need what they’re fighting for. So take your titles, take your gold, Take the stories of the chosen you’ve sold. We writing our own now, page by page, Turning the leaf, destroying the cage. The rhythm is the weapon, the beat is the shield, Revealing the truth that was once concealed. So step back, watch the tide come in, Because the era of control is reaching its end. Why they gotta play god? Why they gotta own the sod? Thinking they better than the rest, But they put the soul to the test. And they failing, yeah they failing bad, The only thing they have is what they had. But the clock is ticking, time is short, They opening the final door. And what’s behind it? Ain't nothing but fear, The end of the dynasty is finally here. Yeah, just let it fade out. We seeing things clearly now. No more mystery. Just history. Fuck the chosen. We the people. Stay vigilant. Stay free. Peace.
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