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There's more than meets the Horus Eye, in the recording industry
Too many whispered songs have come like a dream
Have came in the ear like malefecium shot from a midsolstice night ween
Entering in the rear of the subconscious mind 
Open up the soul and let the spirits opine
Now there's always a way to make the people walk the beat
Lets parasite these ers give them an eyeroll and spiritual STD 
Yes to lust and power, No to detection and parenting
One humanity, one tolerance ( theirs), one vision, Right! used for evils self serve tattoo, laser incisionto ensue
of dark matter hues. Cern taintly they want the light to undue.
Don't mention our derision boo or we'll brand your ass with a ms scaRlet "R" the racist taboo, or say the word CONspiracy.....theory.
Everybodys hatred is a white mans obsenity, sole propriety, (only belonging to), evidently

It's about one ethnicity kissing back ass blackward over extending, so not to seem, that we are what you say we are,
really?, now we're here because of rich men and their own blame to slavery? 
when did this happen exactly?
get transferred like a virus, passed like a birth defect, poisoned chalice,  Cause for effect and I detect malice
from your sect of phallus.
Now, I see dead people from the past
The bastards aint got nothing to do with me
I liked seeing Django whip on their ass that belongs in the firelake of eternity.
And i see you also play dumb, unacknowledge this as the case, conveniently
lock it, carry it from your "popped" trunk and throw it in the lake (of forgetfulness) picking and choosing depending on your stakes of opportunity.
So what about the violence in your inner city, Johnny come lately,
now that you're the only ones living in poverty.
Ever get a check from Snoop Dog JayZ or P. Diddy?
They making money off of you and the white boys they malign so easily
putting a stick in the bear cage and living just fine 
off of grapes of wrath, press the issue into the finest of wine
cohorting with white devils much of the time
weaseled hyenas circling the deserted like vultures, to pick your angry bones dry, Carrion baggage in the overhead.
Clarion hotels stalking the night.
Cannibal the corpses into a makeshift shelter, like Skeletor meets game of thrones meets Helter Skelter.
I see gangland buying  up capitalist style, vetoing what they don't want line by line, single file.
Doing drive bys by lady's of the night by the bye and bye
Thanks for the good times, so long, have a good life
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