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Amuse-Bouche
00:32
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2. |
11 Ton Butterfly
07:00
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3. |
82 Toothpicks
02:02
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4. |
9/11 Was an Inside Job
03:59
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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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5. |
A Rich Man's Trick
02:32
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6. |
Atoms and Eves
03:14
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8. |
Fake News
05:17
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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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9. |
Lumberg Fucter
06:31
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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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11. |
Odd I See Victims
03:28
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12. |
Oil
01:57
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13. |
P.E.T.A.
04:25
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14. |
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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16. |
Room 322
04:05
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18. |
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19. |
The Samson Option
05:09
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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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21. |
end
02:32
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22. |
Paint it Orange
03:15
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23. |
Team Goyim
04:05
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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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25. |
Chubby Girl
02:57
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26. |
WLLZ UP
05:06
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27. |
Black Jokes
04:29
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28. |
Vaxxed 2 Pt.2
04:56
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30. |
Troll Bait
05:24
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31. |
The Kanye Deception
05:57
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32. |
Cancel the Culture
06:48
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33. |
Shadow Cats
05:44
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35. |
The Islam Song
03:56
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36. |
Public Enemy
05:28
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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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