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[Verse 1: Sick Jacken] I'm at the ? waking up from a nightmare My palms sweating like faucets Then I look at the tube, what's that right there? Two planes crashed into New York City The shit's making Non Phixion not a conspiracy theory I grab the Street Sweeper and the nine milli And get on the horn and call my man "Did you see that shit?" [Cynic] Yeah man, I woke up to the news on Fox The towers dropped, my first thought "George and his pops." [Sick Jacken] Yeah man, them devils shits on another level They just took out a whole lotta heads and blamed Arab rebels I can't sit back cause LA's next I won't stop till their head lays rest A wild guess but the Bin Ladens have been down with ? plotting right? They own a piece of the US, they bought a slice But when the price is right it makes the hustle nice Blood money filled up the pipes by snake types [Hook] Look at the President he shape-shifting man Look at the Prime Minister he shape-shifting man Look at the Kings and Queens they shape-shifting man They all inhumans, they all snakes with fins [Verse 2: Sick Jacken] We're in some deep shit, new millenium sounds like TV script I only wish that I could see these shifts We're gonna need spiritual medicinemen Cause it ain't gonna enough of just ? and ? You got anybody in mind? [Cynic] This uncle of mine who works in the spirit world travelling time Who knows about a spiritual war, the shifters are ? destroy the land This whole thing's crazy but we prepared for the other race We whack on bushes so we could see these snakes [Sick Jacken] I got TV ? tapes now burned to my CD case And names of fakes that my TV ? Programs on your TV lace, sublime ammo shot to the brain The average person feels no pain When they execute the game plan we don't pay attention to shit They kill masses while they killing the fifth [Hook] [Verse 3: Sick Jacken] They got smart cards for dummies The ancient con art of running game They trying to bogart the money In a power mover, not greed Eliminating cash would give em full control of your chips and your food If you don't got loot then you can't physically own it They don't need to confiscate it, they can just delete it from you homie It's all about control, mental and physical They ? on your soul ? dough Even if you're good man religion got you sucked in Hope will blind you all from seeing the scales of the pope The only scale we see is for weighing the dope We're so fucked up, they doing this shit right under our powdered nose Man this ain't no propaganda, I think it's time we stand up Expose the army of serpents and man up They don't call it the United Snakes for nothing The reptilian renaissance ? is coming [Hook]
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