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