george orwell called the future's past before it happened
so the fascist's plan wasn't as secret as they'd hoped it had been
yeah, i scoped the bastards from under the nose of master
[to] see what sort of tactics expose and decompose them faster
so i smoke the hashish [to] cope with the fact the
government's using brazillian guerrilla soldier torture tactics
we need a new flood, and moon control the ocean's actions
i see your level son, my consciousness is floating passed it
with the urge to kill these words in hopes to kill the bilderbergs
movements are underground, and son my sound is still submerged
you can feel the words like poetry
listen closely to my bars; you'll hear your third eye opening
wordlife, certainly.
my bars get into your bloodstream just like your vaccines' mercury
that have stillbirths increase in the black third worlds to keep
us down as they stack more currency