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Unreleased Songs

by The Bilderberg Group

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Amuse-Bouche 00:32
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9/11 Was an Inside Job I don't remember when I realized I'll never play pro ball Somewheres around 25 My tenure had its fall From grace, the laws Of physics say The tops to small To go all the way Through to the clay 90 plus stories down But as sure as I gray The more that I've found What just doesn't sound Like a viable story I feel like a clown Admitting that morning I herd the warning The memory's clear The anger came storming Jet fueled by fear Embedded with tears Forever then changed While watching them sheer The wings off my plane The things they explain Insult me at best Bringing in blame Replacing the chest Protecting the rest Of what makes me me But I refuse to accept Their conspiracy So many years So many more songs Yet nothing appears To be coming along Everything's weird Resistance is strong Judged by my peers My sentence is long As I look to the mirror Should I put down my bong Have they geoengineered The tweeds to be wrong What truth is revered By the eyes of a pawn As they happily cheer For some kids in a thong These innocent fawns Just waiting to hear The ring from the gong Like bambi's mom, dear All who belong To the top of the tier I now have the kong The Lord is right here The Flys are like pong The back and fourth steers Creech against Chong Weed verses beer We'll reach the new dawn We all wish we could cheer Once's the one percents gone What's wrong disappears I'm done having arguments When you know only lies Like talking of apartments when They're set up side by side When you just close your eyes Refuse to be corrected Its like you're sitting on a ride Where everyone's ejected How do you just object it When the facts are all sustained Buy grands of sharp detectives Stacked up to explain Why every single plane Remains a great big mystery The goal's not seeking fame But to shame the pigs fake history Painted so vividly By such a machine Shakespeare's monkeys Wrote God save the queen The obvious scheme Controlling the goy Devours the dream Like clergy do boys It's urgent the coy Realize our dirty pond's Detergent is joy Happiness bonds The atoms in the bombs Our knowledge should drop Rejecting the con A True pro doesn't stop You want to talk about deception You want to talk about a lesson Never learned You want to scoff at evidence and Justify your aggression At every turn You want to build a better fence then Nullify your amends as Bridges burn Don't you realize then we're fenced in And all you volunteer henchmen Get the worm
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Fake News 05:17
It's ALL Trumpin FAKE Scripted tv From the progress we make To the controversy But what worries me Is how nobody sees The illusion's confusion Like it's supposed to be The hopelessness and greed Dominate the landscape We're focused on the need While they control us using mandates Claiming all should stand straight They cower to the Truth Providing only band-aids They use the power of the youth To devour and remove The blame whenever necessary The towers are the proof Just like the acorns in the cemetery The truth the news mentions barely Hides all of its lies They use the ruse to vent the scary Guise of compromise Their eyes are on the prize As sheep we're just the food They hide beneath the why Instead of how and who But now it's time to do The don'ts the master's say Will bring the doom and gloom It's time we seize the day The first verse is the set up The second knocks it down The third verse says enough To make the chorus Almost sound Like we're in a battleground And we're screaming for our freedom The news almost amounts To a shoulder sitting demon The chosen choose the meaning And the message coming through They make the hero's and the heathens While they sway the way we move They play us all for fools Fuck the trump administration Shooting up the schools Then they blame it on a nation Birthed out of invasion Like the people are the savages The work they put in place and The collection of the damages Means we never had a chance at this We are where they want us They legalise the cannabis Then bust those being honest They have us all in bonnets We're maids cleaning up their mess While they supply the nonsense We give them our best Told we should confess They barely hide the secrets They have us as pets And we're happy little sheep shits So this verse is the one Where the metaphors fall behind No more cheeks with tongue Have you lost your God damned mind I know the sheep aren't blind We seem to see what they want shown But is your view what they call mine Or is what you think your own Thoughts and therefore home To the resistance that they fear I hope you know you're not alone Support goes far beyond the mirror Their dominance is years Millennia in the making Their tactics may seem weird That way you thank them for their taking Your rights while shake and baking You right out of contention The globe they keep reshaping Hides the curve they always mention But since I'm always in detention For disruption of the class I just have a simple question No one seems to ask How come our dumbass Buys the weak distraction The actor Rudy tries to pass Off as having traction How come no one is unmasking The fact the Donald cheated Yet we're predictably reacting To his latest garbage tweeted So Where is the first lady I want her opinion On her husband being shady Not the pornstar payouts are given But the thing is she's been missing With a convenient operation If lies are all we're living Then death is their salvation
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Lumberg Fucter What's happening, I'm going to need you to go ahead and come in tomorrow... I almost forgot, Why don't you go ahead and come in on Sunday too, k.. Ok, but, I could burn this building down I think that once a day at least Counting as the minutes drown I sit my life away, but cheat See what I think is kinda neat I have this fun new desk That turns my ergonomical seat Into a stand up play set And you better bet I'm super excited My top two loves met And an orgy was sighted And who cares if I might get A bad neck, back or feet Once the fires ignited If you can't stand the heat You'll probably be fired Your things put on the street You're 1 of 4 tires And don't you dare leak Your spare was hired Before your first a week The care you require Just makes you look weak If you choose to speak Don't let it be up No matter how bleak Just keep your mouth shut And if Done just enough You might get a promotion This office space Sucks Hand solo, no lotion So what's your serial number What's that all about Doesn't anybody ever wonder Who's counting the count Is there really any doubt You're just a cog in a wheel Irregardless of your amount Don't you always feel Like you're left out of the deal Like something more is missing Yet they've convinced you to appeal Through prayers and constant wishing The thanks you must keep giving Living in your sin Is crank to scarey villains Killing anything to win The building begins With a brand new foundation The world doesn't spin On theories and space men We need an invasion A new pearl Harbor To enact an act written When today was tomorrow Once you realize the sorrow's Just Albert Pike's plan You'll be forced to see we borrow The very lint within our hands The mint is grand An illusion for slaves They've refreshed the commands Yet read off the same page I hope you count my flare And it makes you so uncomfortable You become a millionaire And make yourself a Huxtable Always busting bubbles you Were naughty thinking threesome But you're failure likely doubles Since you still believe in freedom Like me rapping over Speedom You're left looking foolish Changing like a the seasons You spring to your conclusions Bored and feeling useless They keep us far too busy To research into jesus And see it's more silly That Mandy plays with Billy While Death does their good deeds The symbolism filling Heads with programmed breath to breathe The messages they read Beneath their cloak of silence Fill our children with belief That's disease is worse than Violence The running theme's compliance Just work until you die Don't worry about the mileage Bud, you're check comes from the sky But if life sucks you dry And death is so much better Why are guys who spit those lies Seem blessed to live forever
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Oil 01:57
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P.E.T.A. 04:25
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Racing Rats 01:32
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Religophile (#pizzagate too) The less cool Corey Said on TV The worst Hollywood story's The one we don't see Like 1,2,3 He spelled it out slow The host was uneasy Since he's in the know Believe it or don't Or.. just watch the tape The screams are no show Those children are raped Gaped, dismantled Tortured, destroyed Their fate in the hands of Those who employ Horrible ploys To foil kids plans Like Vernon did Roy Detroit understands Exploiting command They always demand more Their Atlas is Rand They stand on the poor Their tantrums implore You ignore what they do The advantage is war The scores nothing new Like a whore on the move I'll buy their belief When the born again's prove The screws in the feet I'm just not into schoolgirls Give me a big fat woman You're feeding a cruel world Thinking it's a goodin For little girls With hair in curls To sever their bowl of puddin Giving pearls You bitter squirrels Say word when you know you shouldn't People often ask me Why I'm so obsessed With children being happy Having never had butt sex Quick to change the subject Like you want to jump this track But if you think that you're disgusted Let's just bring you back To a day when all the grass In whoever's yard was greener When you giggled at an ass And laughed at a ba-jinger When to smell somebody's finger Meant you'd probably smell poop When your ignorance was king and your Unripened sexual fruit Was more like a scoop Of unplanted seeds When you didn't need for proof For Santa's good deeds Back when weeds And grass were different Way before Meads Mill put the focus on pigment Innocent Remember being a seedling Now imagine you're bent Over and bleeding Crying and pleading The weakling you trusted To stop, you were kneeling Because he said you were busted I'm just not into schoolgirls Give me a big fat woman You're feeding a cruel world Thinking it's a goodin For little girls With hair in curls To sever their bowl of puddin Giving pearls You bitter squirrels Say word when you know you shouldn't It's everywhere you look It saturates pop culture The Eagle is a crook Who should be looked at like a vulture What is the vault for Why's there so much protection For the monsters at fault, your Asking the wrong question Neglecting to mention The Hollyweird past Like how even Chris Hansen Is given the shaft When children are passed Like the Dochie, or food bowl It goes beyond sad The emojis frown two fold But the old silver screens hold The darkest of secrets Like the westerns who's scenes show Our racist beliefs, it's Not for the squeamish But truth seldom is While they feed you your jesus They prey on your kids The faces that lift Are ageless in scope I say this as a gift With knowledge comes hope At the end of your rope You'll find new beginning But when truth is controlled The lie's always spinning I'm just not into schoolgirls Give me a big fat woman You're feeding a cruel world Thinking it's a goodin For little girls With hair in curls To sever their bowl of puddin Giving pearls You bitter squirrels Say word when you know you shouldn't
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Room 322 04:05
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The Samson Option When you're not supposed to pay attention Attention must be given The past you're not allowed to mention Mentions the time we live in When best intentions tend to lead To lessened comprehension Then lessons read as death beliefs The rest supresses question My mate insists I'm racist For how I view the jews But Judaism's not a race its Something that you choose They misconstrue truth Confused like everyone else Who's screwed into the news Proving ignorance of self They stole all the wealth We knowingly joke But when you tighten the belt Poke under the cloak You expose all of the holes We're told to ignore Like who's in control Who holds the high score Who enjoys nothing more Than the mutilation show As tradition implores The rabbi to blow Who's damning the flow Of Islamic tolerance Who's mercy is known To be less than obvious Who inflates how the dollar spends In god do you trust them And would you still deny commonsense If the FEDs heads were all Muslim If winners write the history Then losers barely know it The answers to the mystery Repair they're so explosives Like Mary said to Joseph I sware my lies are true And if you shift your focus God will murder you The words they use Are kinda slick It not Hebrew It's Yiddish script A treat-less trick Like Halloween's A pagan trip Flipped to seem Like a scene Of endless joy Like Christmas screams Expensive toys You senseless goy Refusing to see The extent of the ploys Employed in belief Like foil on seeds Or Cain without Able The royals are freaks Who eat off our table We're horses in stables Our owners aren't rivals That's why the jew fable Begins every Bible So clearly I'm no racist But I am against the fantasy That commands I sit and take it No chosen plan stands over me I don't believe in rabbit feet I see things as they are I question the guilded canopy Handling the stars Handed these cards I fold, it's pathetic Hold on to your shards I know that semitic Is a weapon embedded In the minds that don't know So that Antisemitic Can be brilliantly thown At anyone shown To not buy the lie But your mind will be blown When you read between lines Semitism's defined As showing the Jews favor We walk a fine line Proving to be tailored For jews who won't say more Than truth isn't true Refusing to change form They worship the talmund But for those who remove Those supremacist beliefs Your freedom includes A pass over my feast
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Team Goyim 04:05
Its us vs us Not us vs them The struggles so rough I'll say it again Its us vs us Not us vs them Once we've had enough Their supremacy ends (When the goyim erupt The quarantine ends) The only way they're smarter than us Is how they unify We always say our economy sucks But no one's asking why Do you secretly want to die Because you want to go to heaven Is your salvation in the sky Do your amps all read 11 Is the fantasy your head's in One that isn't selfish Do you see me as your brethren Will you join in my rebellious Behavior that will help us Finally win the war If you advocate for wellness You're fighting for the cure The home is where it starts Who's daddy's favorite team As kids we feel our part To live our parent's dream And when they lose their minds and scream In a way we wish we could At a television screen We're then PROGRAMMED "it's all good" As long as its "your hood" You're allowed to act a fool Its almost like you should When at war, not keep your cool But if you jump into a pool Just because you're told to do it You can't complain from crybaby school When you're wet and feeling stupid So since we've all been trained To have the simple minds of soldiers It's time we commanderr the plane Before we crash and smolder We're only getting older Our wisdom teeth are pulled But we're the rocks that move the boulders Since the avalanche of full Resistance is the bull In the XXXXX secret china shop This sickness is the cull Until the goyim scream it's time to stop The chosen will remain on top Their pyramid's a scheme And our revolution includes the cops We're on the same goy team
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Chubby Girl 02:57
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WLLZ UP 05:06
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Black Jokes 04:29
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Troll Bait 05:24
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Shadow Cats 05:44
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Public Enemy 05:28

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A selection of unreleased TBG songs.

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released May 24, 2020

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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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