[Verse 1] Came from dirt, huh? That’s the lie they fed — John Jacob Astor, motherfucker, born bred red. Jew blood hidden, fake roots sown, Butchering meat till the bloodline grown. Broke? Penniless? Bullshit spin, Masonic Lodge let the butcher in. Couldn’t speak shit, couldn’t shake a hand, Still rose fast — whole plan was planned. Mastered Lodge 8 — cold, no grace, While real men rotted, he raced. Plugged in through the Scottish Crown, Where snake-blood kings pass secrets down. [Hook – Cold robotic chant, sharp] Blood bought, not earned. Lands sold, bridges burned. You clapped — they stabbed. You slept — they grabbed. [Verse 2] Jefferson and Gallatin — Illuminati kin — Signed his fuckin’ ticket to sin. Ships locked? Nah, his set sail, Bitch made two hundred grand while yours stale. War 1812? Everybody else broke, Astor rose — necks choked. Not ‘cause he fought, not ‘cause he worked, Because he licked the boots where devils lurked. British spook, American face, Fur trades rigged, real fast-paced. Centuries trappers, Indians too, Astor bulldozed like he owned the view. [Bridge – Grim whisper, glitching voice distortion] Ain’t luck. Ain’t hustle. It's silent muscle. Illuminati tunnels, Deep in the struggle. [Verse 3 – Deadpan fire, heavier syllables] Astor ain’t shit but a gatekeeper’s son, Paper stacked with Masonic guns. Real estate crook, fur trade whore, History books paint the fable — I paint the gore. Wiped his hands on another man's shirt, At a meal of kings — no shame, no hurt. That's the DNA of the throne you love, Built on dirt, sealed by blood. British spies, American lies, Fat ships sailing while farmers die. The cage was welded with velvet hands, By motherfuckers with ritual brands. Astor’s riches ain't his — they ours he stole, Another cog in the centuries-old control. [Outro – Flatline static] You ain’t free. You inherited chains. Same families. Same games.
