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The Bilderberg Group
04:04
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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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3. |
September Clues
05:44
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4. |
Leisure Suite Larry
05:17
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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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5. |
Keys to the Kingdom
06:22
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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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6. |
Selected Not Elected
04:27
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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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7. |
Murdered City
04:43
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8. |
Popular - Original Mix
03:17
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9. |
Crambone - Original Mix
04:43
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10. |
Big Foot Prints
05:26
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11. |
Under the Dome
03:50
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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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12. |
Spoken Word Sucks
02:42
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13. |
New Clear Hoax
04:51
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14. |
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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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16. |
Into the Fire
03:05
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17. |
The Price is Wrong
05:03
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18. |
Killing Me Smalls
05:20
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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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20. |
A Noble Lie
03:50
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21. |
Sweet Cement
03:10
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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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22. |
Whine Glasses
03:29
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24. |
Heirlooms
04:00
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You all know the lyrics! :)
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The Bilderberg Group Detroit, Michigan
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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".
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