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Conspiracy Theory Sells

by The Bilderberg Group

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miraclemember Truth is like the sun. You can shut it out for a time, but it ain´t goin´ away.
(Elvis Presley) Favorite track: 9/11 Was an Inside Job.
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The Bilderberg Group When you have More tracks than a junkie Something, just has to give When you crack The past you're busting Dumb things stacked against When the mask You flash is a cut scene Nothing can back you in And when your laugh Is last it must mean Trust brings you happiness You can't imagine the trouble The struggle I've seen The muggels I've cleaned The bubbles dreamed Then creamed buy morning Each story of poor me's Imploring I share The warning is there Fair, but firm I dare to turn The stern into Robins Ensuring the lobb ends In a hail Mary The tales can be scary And very in subject Caught in a bug net A hug vetts my feelings The drugs make me feel things Might sing in the rain The wings on my frame Came with my halo To just say no is impossible A colossal task at best A test to my Testicular fortitude Forcing food on starving thought I fought the hawk Calling me chicken Claiming thick when The vision is fat My facts blast cracks And smash your foundation I, am amazing Simply put My foot's in my mouth I shout But doubt, is all that comes out Standing stout Against the draft The path to redemption Ends in disaster The master baits the trap Given the clap I slap the wrappers Faster than pastor's Grab for booty Excuse me My duty's a movie Proving their destruction Is more than a must when God men clutching butts sends Chills up your spine The lines that rhyme Find their way through It's time to remove The excuse they are holy Hell bent on exposing The whole thing as fake My cake will be had And gladly enjoyed I'm Floyd Dropping your hat in The best thing about me I'm free I can be anything Anyone see Conformity is boring these Rappers are like 40 theives The all believe They steal an impression Revealing a catch when Less then 6 inches Your dreams need a pinch it's Time you wake up To say that they suck Is as much of a lie As with your head tucked You prolly won't die When a sun in the sky Supplied by a plane Murders your name For the game is a show A frame made to hold Pictures, not pitchers My brothers and sisters The fissure's your fault These wizard occults Are malt in a milk shake They're built fake To stake their place in history The chivalry Is killing the gentle
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What if I purchaced a building That's blight was quite relentless It's surface needed rebuilding It was built and filled with asbestos A business death sentence By all manner of measure A plan as clandestine As HAARP hammers the weather Now imagine my bread serves Only half the value set Yet the initial investor Gladly accepts So much less you're impressed Blessed by my persuasion Would you rightfully address The left feeling put in place and Finally question the rat race when Again I finish first Am I really that amazing Or is a map at work Regardless of land worth To fix the grit the cost Is like a man with broken hands Giving birth upon a cross Nothing but a loss With no clear way to profit And I would surely come across As one hell of a prophet If I saw this comet And with it sold you God You'd call me Mohammed Even if my name's Mossad So now the building's mine Although most would say it's stupid And Scooge's lucky dime Couldn't pay me to improve it I keep making bad excuses Like I know something big is coming I refuse to be translucent Yet the meters left still running The structure's seen crumbling There's poison paint inside My actions become so cunning I'm fumbling my lies But to everyone's surprise Everything is kosher There's nothing to deny Since I know there's no foreclosure's The banks are like the snow-blower And I am pimping frosty I am their employer Who cares what lives it costs me Now let's just say it all seems Like its set up for a fire I insure all of the small things The law says are required But like I've been inspired By gee-whiz himself My burning desire Quadruples my wealth Now the scrupulous self Would then point out its suspicious How a random fire dealt The money cards upon my wish list So would I go to jail Like most dumb goyim would Or would my Holy grail Make monty python good Wholesome fun that sould Be heard in every church Would I be misunderstood My good character besmisched Would girls admit it's girth And no longer lie to you I know I went off course a squirt But my goal is spreading truth Do you think the mounds of proof The charade's a giant fraud Would jump into the mental loop As quick as your silent broad's Now trying not to nod At the part about small dicks Her mind's like "Oh my God Why wont he just switch Back subjects really quick What was he just saying 3 skyscrapers don't just dip When hit by 2 jet planes" It's actually quite strange Since I planned on painting a picture To properly reframe The hand of the ultimate fister Ramming the shit your Fed as official My bloodline is piss poor Do I get Larry's dismissal (The kids say) Kite Kit Steel, Plane must
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I'm told that I suck Call me Matt Stafford I don't like to use names but I had to blast That turd See he is the last word In the privilege paragraph The Duke boys from Hazard Just sit, stare and laugh Dude throws a pass Like drafting him last Would have been better Though never is grass Growing greener and brass Would've replaced a black guy Long before cash Was wasted and that's why I say it's mad I Even see argument Like I need to be baptized To become a martyr, friend I use different jargon when I drop to your level Begging your pardon then Floor hits the pedal Seeing your head filled In with such nonsense I can't help but let it pull Me into conference Debating the bomb with Clones throwing spears My judgement is honest Alone among peers Would black lives finally matter If only they said too Would stereotypes rewrite themselves If we'd admit the truth Would racism exist If there wasn't the myth All black guys have big dicks If size didn't matter would racism shatter And the pattern no longer exist I'm told I'm overrated Call me Conor McGregor I don't usually say this But show me a wetter Example of weather Thats only explained By racism tethered To money and fame The tyrannical reign Drenching the game Proves how it's used To strengthen the gain The length of a man's vain Coincides with his tolerance The angst riddled pain Changes how the dollar's spent Those in white collars send Colored shirts bleach Who does the most hollerin's Who shouldn't speak Tonguing the cheek Free speech is a joke The mirrors they speak Of seem clouded with smoke Doubting the hope Dangled like a carrot The amount that's below Can't change or repair if You think that your merit is Based in your pants The blame is your heritage Your taste is your dads Would black lives finally matter If only they said too Would stereotypes rewrite themselves If we'd admit the truth Would racism exist If there wasn't the myth All black guys have big dicks If size didn't matter would racism shatter And the pattern no longer exist I'm told I'm a prick Call me whoever But its the guys with small dicks That are causing the sever Keeping endeavors From coming together If you never say never You'd better be clever With racism fed your Quite shamefully saying Whenever your getting head her Brain's always amazing But it's easy to say things Like that when you're tiny Anyone can be Swayzee When the roadhouse is whiney If you find on keep finding Girls blowing like porn stars You might need reminding That most throats don't go far Told you should go hard It's time you go home You hold a flow chart Where lines should be known Stinging full-blown The truth can be vicious Racism's grown To compensate britches
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I have my finger on the pulse Call me the false prophet Everything's a fraud From jesus to Mohammed If you need a cult I fault you for your nonsense History is bought Then taught as thought it's honest Like the fly on Killary's face All I taste is shit Watching the debates Like that's what that shit is But observing the plastic Under the lights I can't help but laugh it's A blunder filled fight No wonder the right And left are so different One is bright white The other less pigment This fraud is a business Where both are employed Manager minions Distracting the goy They both are hemroids But who is the asshole If these Richards are toys Who is the massa Watching them wrestle's Like watching paint peel If you believe that's real Let's make a deal You drop and kneel And pray for a savior While they continue to steal Your taste of the flavor If you're chained in a cave you're Reality's shadows You're rhinestone world's made for Cowboys not cattle Do you see a battle Or a play for the dopers Complete with a paddle Spanking monkeys sore I think it's sad I'll See one of those joker's As head of the tattle Tale union of smokers It's professional poker Except for one thing The card players hope for The government brings More than a slight sting When it comes to the prick Chance left to nothing You really don't pick Who are the tricks Walking the track Who's going to flip And decide to attack How long till you're sick When only fed crap Slipping the disk That keeps coming back The mouse in the trap Never quite worked The cage usually cracked Or the ball went berserk But the same type of perps Who sold you that lie Are the same type of Jerks You now hold so high Surprise That bitch will win it But humor my pry Just for a minute Who's kid's Chelsea Clinton She looks very typical But not like the lesbian Pretending to be with Bill And he doesn't fill The profile picture Not quite like Danney Will Once dna blisters All those aquitters Denying the obvious Bill is a mister Who's not known to be honest Remember the Promise I did not have sexual relations with that woman And then the press conference Saying that was a good one Remember this hoodlum Was in fact impeached Now you want his puddin To gave the same speach These people have leached Off the blood of the land Since the days when a breach In the chain of command Meant the demand For heads would roll With a chump on the stand We know for whom the bell tolls
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Let's talk about stars What are they Isn't it gnarly We hardly know shit Think about it We barely see the tip of the iceberg But what have you heard And what do you know My personal show is quite limited I've given this a bunch of thought I bought the farm Just like you Turned off the alarm Without any proof I use a toothbrush Despite having teeth Believing beneath me Looks like jello Hello, we can only drill 8 miles down How have we found what the core looks like Are you SURE it is round Or are you drowning in fright The thought that you might Just not have a clue Makes you see right When left would improve The rest of the moves In this silly game So it's best you include All possible trains Of thought to explain The things that are strange The lies might be maintained To keep people working Imagine you came Up just the same Believing the fame Without any smirking Imagine then learning We are not turning Its really all bullshit A pulpit that's earning Selling a sure thing Where nobody asks Questions concerning Questionable math We follow the path Believe as we're told Swallow the staff And subsequent load No one is bold enough to spit I admit, I wouldn't either To be cast into the ether To call out the cheaters To see your beliefs all fail That's enough to nail Most coffins closed If you found the hole That could fold your lifes' work Would your die roll Or would you put on the shirt Just some other jerk Who makes a great living Pushing the dirt While the graves keep on filling Who has been killing Spilling the blood Of the scientists denying this Big ball of mud The grudge, must runneth deep The shelf too steep to climb My mind, refuses to settle The things they peddle seem cheap One of the sheep I sleep with my eyes open Watching The Chosen run the ruse I'm confused No longer amused It's true the abuse must stop The mountain top is curveless The purpose, is yet unknown I'm simply blown away If there's infinite space Shouldn't the way we see things change If the stars all range In shape and size Should the stage Be a surprise Shouldn't some eyes Open or close If the stars in the sky Are gas that explodes I awoke with a cold Sick of monotony I realized the globe Really has got to be Flat out hypocrisy So here's my declaration Go ahead mock me Buy the space station
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Why does your right to hate Outweigh my right to love Like you prefer gloves So I can't wear mittens Your need to fit in Quickens my sand Your stand, is a sinking sensation Your situation Should not affect me Your fantasy Is really just that Until there are facts Let's just call it fiction A twisted description The epic tradition Of judgment's repugnant And not the depiction Of a good christan's Mission statement And the strategic replacement Of pedophile preists Is also the least of the sheeps many worries Their eyes too blurry Crying about sanctity They should be thankfully Handing out praise Gays guys raise a straight guys flag They basically brag for you Making your two Look like an eight Its great Why would their plate Effect your diet Try it, if you think it does If you think because Someone is gay Your marriage now sucks You might want to play A little more safe In the way you condemn Them, may live in your mirror Projecting your fear toward Your secret desire You're simply a liar Who's fire runs deep You only compete with yourself Your stealth is seen on radar Gaydar, is usually true Which is why through and though If you don't like dudes They refuse to persue...you're safe You should see my face as I say that I feel like Pat Sajak As I watch the wheel spin So sick of the play back Saying love is a sin To me its a win I wish I was gay Two morning woods To begin everyday No one to say I'm not in the mood No see you next Tuesdays A couple of dudes Just watching the tube With no chance for kids Agreeing on food Respecting "dibs" Someone that gives From the perspective They know how it works Not jerking their best if Gay was reflective Of which way we wanted To swing then the skeptics Refusing to flaunt it Might not be so haunted By lack of control Denying their jaundice Makes them yellow Those yelling for hell throw Stones in glass houses Telling their tell so Their win's never counted But those who have mounted The greatest attack Are really just shouting Out something they lack Its like saying thatvblack Or white skin's a choice The stupidity smacks With an ignorant voice If you like to kiss boys That's not amazing Its only white noise Its really the same thing It should be like saying Nothing at all It matters like playing Catch with a ball With your dad in the fall Its important to you You make the call Of who you put though Telling that to Like your boring stories Your sex life is moot Cute, but no glory Or feelings of poor me Should ever be present Even if whoring Your only repentance Should be what is spent if It costs you your value You're forever indebted If only you fail to Believe you should sail though Whatever sea beckons Stuck in the mail room Full of regrets and All kinds of lessons For anyone who Pretends you impress them Letting you spew Out all of the you You could have been Back when you were cool Way back when.... If you think that gay is a choice You prolly just dont answer the voice Thats in your head so loud its a noise Screaming you're a boy who likes boys Or maybe you're a girl who likes girls Chocolate, vanilla or swirl Whatever dirty makes your toes curl You'll never see the curve in the world.
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I think racial and civic pride Are the dumbest things to have Come with me, for a ride And double check my math See, I am half Black and white If that makes you mad White and black's also right But it's that kind of sight Keeping us blind We ACTUALLY fight Like color defines Who we are behind The doors once closed The mask in our minds The whore in our clothes We choose to show The world what it wants Bowing to those Throwing the taunts But why then so staunch In their defense If the rockets they launch Don't represent How you intend On raising your kids Why do we pretend Like we all don't live On something so big There's enough for us all Our reluctance to give Logic the ball Is why we are stalled Awaiting a saviour To answer the call And save the best flavor But at least with that failure You're making a choice Choosing to jail your Resistance to ploys But even your voice Can be changed or altered Girls can be boys Sons become daughters Teaders can todder Good can be bad Leaders can faulter But your mom and dad Are something you had NOTHING to do with Your race is a fact Absent improvements Those line are congruent They can't be denied So why would you use it As something of pride Does where family resides Prior to your birth Really provide A feeling of worth You're proud of some dirt Is that what you're saying Its all the same Earth Why's yours so amazing And forget all the slayings Done in the past Forget why we say things Like he who laughs last Forget that the path To your civic belief Is a murderous wrath And all the deceased At one time believed In their color and land Their commander in cheif Convinced them their hand Was chosen to stand And die for the team While the leaders then plan The next dance routine As we rage the machine Laughs at the way We continue to be Apart of the play The start of the day We all come together Begins in the way We stop saying never If we start to be clever And see through the ruse Our pride will be tethered To things that we choose. Our black and white blues Are part of the ruse They're brilliantly used To keep us confused Our black and white blues Are something we choose For if they're removed We'll finally improve Stop chasing flags Stop the deception Stop all the lies Supplied in the lessons Stop the aggression Stop the depression Stop the illusion Confusion is a weapon
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Killing Me Smalls Writing in this way You interpret what I say To fit the view That's good for you True beauty on display And cleary its your song I will never say you're wrong The vision seen Is yours to dream I'll beam and sing along My wife still smokes cigarettes She claims she's not a quitter yet She never really tries Her insides fried She's dying faster Than batteries In a master blaster What a disaster The plaster has shattered We held the laughter so long The gong doesn't matter The pitter patter Traps her here Like a pastor's clear To prey on fear The tumors cunsume her The rumors are mirrors Cracked and the years All appear to be bad Luck as she's stuck With a pressure filled fad You betcha I'm mad She took the fight from my hockey A goalie who stops me Before the red light Speaking in cockney Out come don't words right I fight her despite Her right of way There might come a day I say the right thing I'm dreaming My wife makes this personal A ploy to ensure that you'll Stop as the verses pull Full on alertness My purpose is shirtless My curses removed Fuck shit ass bitch Proves You're aloof to the meaning The closets I'm cleaning Have seen things they shouldn't I wouldn't if couldn't Weren't running congruent Fluent in all of my plans My hand stands land This man in hot water My alters falter and alter my consciousness Its obvious I'm fond of this The nonsense sits on my shoulders My boulders are older And show their age The rage on each page Stages false flags The pants I sag Brag deception Claiming I stretch when Absent selection My dressing Tosses the salad I ran with this ballad It's padded with metaphor I write Wendy Pheffercorn It helps if one Squints I feel like an alien Caved in by the world A squirrel with too many nuts The Power I clutch Touches the matrix I carefully say this Agents are watching The reason you're coughing Is chalking the sky I'm offering my Conditional surrender A habitual pretender I render the fat Chatting with shill after shill It's quite the pill to swallow Yet still I follow My hollow heartbeat Knowing the smart sheep Sweep the fine line Time after time I find I'm Cindy Forgive me I just want to have fun But I'm done on the run I've come to conclusions The illusion's confusion Has proven too strong Their patriot song sung in unison Inclusion is all that I ask The mask Looks better than nothing.
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A Noble Lie 03:50
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Sweet Cement 03:10
Out here on this fragile island / the play attracts the insect's mind / to rise and walk towards the liquid / and move over the fading line. / The mirror says "Hello," and smiles / smile like the most faithful stone / pretty women to the left, / collecting glances, always seem to hate their own. All along the way, a golden string is dancing / to celebrate the sweet cement. The women to the right, they say, / are crawling on their war-torn knees. / Painting with their bleeding fingers / the way that only fits their needs. / But if the naked blow simply whispers / a "holy fuck" that gently sighs, / from ear to ear the image travels / and in between your legs it dies. All along the way, a golden string is dancing / to celebrate the sweet cement. Concrete objects lose their shape / like the gift of endless summers / tends to blind the sleeping ape, / who double checks the numbers / feeding him with one hand broken, / leaving him out in the open, / watching for the next explosion / the curtain starts to shake. All along the way, a golden string is dancing / to celebrate the sweet cement. "From now on I seek rebellion,"/ the worm stands up and falls again / reversed reflections continue laughing, / "Freeze and I will try it then." / and as the camera forever watching, / finally shuts its trembling eye - / Cut, you scream and leave them wishing, / fishing for the glorious "why." All along the way, a golden string is dancing / to celebrate the sweet cement.
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Heirlooms 04:00
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You all know the lyrics! :)

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released August 15, 2015

Vox/Lyrics: Guy Williams, Jr.
Music Production: Charles S. Kuzmanovic
Additional Vocals: Sandra M.

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The Bilderberg Group Detroit, Michigan

"When you can no longer find the music you like, make your own."

That is what Guy Williams, poet from Detroit Michigan and German based producer extraordinaire "Charles" S. Kuzmanovic decided to do. Both men were sick of the same old thing, heavy bass with nonsense lyrics, finding they were just "too old" to relate. TBG have this one thing on their mind: "smart" music that still "sounds cool". ... more

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