Psyops
"Qanon is a psyop they have designed to quell riots
If anyone gets too violent this spell compels you to silence
Them with a tale of compliance, no need to yell, just stay quiet
"Trust the plan, all is well, Trump Is the man can't you tell?"
But this hope is a joke you folks use to cope, so I wrote
This shit to smoke all you dopes who just pretend to be woke
Know I intend to descend and put an end to this show
With just my pen I'll dispense with this scenario
You think God's in control? Is that what you've been told?
This fuckin puppet you trust in is just adjusting his throne
But when I bust in discussing, blowing this trumpet, just know
They are reluctant to fuck with anyone that's this bold"
"They can't stop us all, but they can keep us enthralled
With senseless shit that these hypnotists are equipped to install
As I witness this intricate bullshit I'm appalled
By all these ignorant syndicates who forget I am called
To tear this system to pieces, just like Jesus my scheme is
To delete these elitist swine who keep tryin to lead us
Let me remind you my speeches have been designed as subpoenas
From on High, that's the reason that my rhyme seems conceited.
You want proof Qanon is just another mirage?
You fuckin goofs thing that groups inside the government's on
Some fuckin mission, keep wishing, this system isn't disarmed
By you submissive imprisoned bitches mentioned in this song"
It's COINTELPRO meant to blind us, these stylists know that it's biased
This whole show is designed as blindfolds as they guide us
To the slaughter they've planned, so try harder to stand
Against this scripted bullshit they have authored again
Never trust an official that's not bustin' his whistle
out and exposing the issues I'm diagnosin' with pencils
My mission is simple so listen - This shit I'm spittin' ain't fiction
It's my intention to mention the definition of wisdom
Is to prevent superstition from inventing conditions
In which these ignorant Christians misrepresent their suspicions
I always meant to imprison these pigeons with my inscriptions
So my efficient description of this religion is witnessed
If anyone gets too violent this spell compels you to silence
Them with a tale of compliance, no need to yell, just stay quiet
"Trust the plan, all is well, Trump Is the man can't you tell?"
But this hope is a joke you folks use to cope, so I wrote
This shit to smoke all you dopes who just pretend to be woke
Know I intend to descend and put an end to this show
With just my pen I'll dispense with this scenario
You think God's in control? Is that what you've been told?
This fuckin puppet you trust in is just adjusting his throne
But when I bust in discussing, blowing this trumpet, just know
They are reluctant to fuck with anyone that's this bold"
"They can't stop us all, but they can keep us enthralled
With senseless shit that these hypnotists are equipped to install
As I witness this intricate bullshit I'm appalled
By all these ignorant syndicates who forget I am called
To tear this system to pieces, just like Jesus my scheme is
To delete these elitist swine who keep tryin to lead us
Let me remind you my speeches have been designed as subpoenas
From on High, that's the reason that my rhyme seems conceited.
You want proof Qanon is just another mirage?
You fuckin goofs thing that groups inside the government's on
Some fuckin mission, keep wishing, this system isn't disarmed
By you submissive imprisoned bitches mentioned in this song"
It's COINTELPRO meant to blind us, these stylists know that it's biased
This whole show is designed as blindfolds as they guide us
To the slaughter they've planned, so try harder to stand
Against this scripted bullshit they have authored again
Never trust an official that's not bustin' his whistle
out and exposing the issues I'm diagnosin' with pencils
My mission is simple so listen - This shit I'm spittin' ain't fiction
It's my intention to mention the definition of wisdom
Is to prevent superstition from inventing conditions
In which these ignorant Christians misrepresent their suspicions
I always meant to imprison these pigeons with my inscriptions
So my efficient description of this religion is witnessed
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Writer(s): Ethan Womack
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