Agitator

Yo
Fuck George Bush and the CIA
They sabatoge Ross Perot's '92 campaign
It's insane ain't no way your plane hit the Pentagon
How long before Israel has another war with Lebanon?
All bets are off cause war is a business
Uncle Sam collecting taxes and charging you interest
Trump and Putin stay chummy
Just follow the money you'll get it, politicians
Corrupting the system it's all just fictitious
They sweep dirt under the rug, then hope you forget it
Like the billions that go missin'
But top secret missions, you think I'm kidding? Just ask
Gary McKinnon, who had an asset and was facing
Time up in prison for finding misted space fleets in existence
UFOs, satellite images, alien visits
This shit ain't a gimmick, today's kids ain't listening
They more interested in iPhones, while the
NSA flies drones and spies on your homes
They just a dummy dude your wrong
You don't know what you speaking
Our presidents chillin
At Maralago like every weekend
That's what happens
When you give playboys
The power they seeking
That's like giving em' pants up to the FEDs
And now they are tweeting
If you don't see the problems runnin'
Down then what are you cheifing?
You need to learn to
Stop running your mouth
And practice your preaching
You rather turn and
Stop handle stop
Running away for no reason
I guess that's how them
Cowards gunna roll when killings the season
The CIA doesn't have
Problems killing one of our citizens
Covert operations
Budgets are becoming big business
And then there's no accountability
Erasing the witness
They wanna stop the opposition
Just to leave em' defenseless
They feed you so much propaganda
Guilty plea in a sentence
And even though you
Did nothing wrong they
Make you ask for repentance

Man the systems so crooked
And I don't beg for forgiveness
I hope the people
Finally see the truth and never
Surrender, let's go
Callin' out the Clintons
Like I'm
Christopher Hitchens
All of my writtens
Ammunitions
How absurd
When I'm spittin'
A rabble rousers
Ambition
We rabble rousers
On missions
We never bow
In submission
A doubters face where
I piss in, a haters mouth where
My dick is, shootin'
Rounds I'm addicted
Killer clowns on the
News man what the fuck is this?
All these bullies rule the world
Threatening nuclear physics
All theses dude becoming
Girls inverted dicks so they sit on a pisser
Sick shit like Clinton's
Bent dick fucking kids, Bills raped victims left
The rate with a bitten lip I need a beat nose
How hes crooked like his little dick
Larry King pimp the kids to politicians taking pics
I'm from where (?) Was born
Busting nuts to exotic, that old Ann Dunham porn
Obamas mama who
The fuck is his father white house?
Is someone new now, but I'm still a martyr
Drop em'
I'm against oppression, it represents, wickedness
In the strictess sence, they got a big defense
Budget but they play offensively, throwing
Bombs over the fence aggressively
Gods' destiny, Gods the weaponry
Where ideologies go for glorified death
The vast majority is running out of empathy
But I got plenty I won't let society empty me
Although it's tempting it would probably
Ease a lot of tension
I could let them win but then my soul
Would be in jeopardy
Its worth more than anyone on my life's could ever be
I'm on my last stuff of shit
And that's the fucking centerpiece, I've bent
My enemies on every instrumental
They scared of my
Potential so they try to fucking censor me
Extra sensory perception has left em' with no other
Options but jotting down these thoughts indefinitely



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Writer(s): Michael John Gilmore
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