Reverse This Curse
Research this verse
Cause in this curse I invert and rework verbs
Until it hurts - So I can blurt out enough words
For my concerts to convert this whole herd
Of sheep and shake 'em out their sleep
I just need my enemies to see what's up my sleeve
Cause I'm disgusted by this scene
These motherfuckers really need
Someone to bust 'em free - Please allow me
My intuition wants me...
To mention that the consequences of rejectin' this message
Will lead to more drastic measures to ensure injections
Of these letters are administered to prevent infectious
Parasites from selectin' and obscurin' your perceptions
Every lesson always stresses that wetiko's ever present
Mind control is it's weapon, blind folds keep you guessing
So this rhyme session was designed to remind you peasants
Every time you forget it's there, it finds new methods
To retrain your brain until you claim there's no such thing
This psychic pathogen slides right in & hides in the fram
Like a puppet you say fuck it - But I love it when my trumpet
Gets to all of a sudden blow back the whole summit
Of the toughest motherfucker it can summon
All this ruckus leaves you wondering about what's coming
I said research this verse, but you didn't so it's worse
So I reverse this curse and make you listen to my words
My first words were only meant to insert
This opportunity for you to see how warfare works
The battle for your mind diverts your attention then subverts
Your inner vision so your mission is forbidden to emerge
Now Wetiko takes position, with it's venom it ensures
You'll keep submittin' to it's fiction and it never occurs
To you that you're imprisoned by a system so obscure
That resistance seems absurd - Stockholm Syndrome can be cured
By witnessing how I keep twisting every verb
My intention to persistently insist that you return
To your senses leaves you wishin' all this mystic shit was learned
Way before you were referred to this bird
This is my duty and I truly hope you learn something through these
Rhymes that I keep on shooting
I got more ammunition if you need an intervention
Let me know - I'll come through these speakers executing with precision
My incisions leave all complicated issues simplified
Every time - It's Divine - I'm not lying
Cause in this curse I invert and rework verbs
Until it hurts - So I can blurt out enough words
For my concerts to convert this whole herd
Of sheep and shake 'em out their sleep
I just need my enemies to see what's up my sleeve
Cause I'm disgusted by this scene
These motherfuckers really need
Someone to bust 'em free - Please allow me
My intuition wants me...
To mention that the consequences of rejectin' this message
Will lead to more drastic measures to ensure injections
Of these letters are administered to prevent infectious
Parasites from selectin' and obscurin' your perceptions
Every lesson always stresses that wetiko's ever present
Mind control is it's weapon, blind folds keep you guessing
So this rhyme session was designed to remind you peasants
Every time you forget it's there, it finds new methods
To retrain your brain until you claim there's no such thing
This psychic pathogen slides right in & hides in the fram
Like a puppet you say fuck it - But I love it when my trumpet
Gets to all of a sudden blow back the whole summit
Of the toughest motherfucker it can summon
All this ruckus leaves you wondering about what's coming
I said research this verse, but you didn't so it's worse
So I reverse this curse and make you listen to my words
My first words were only meant to insert
This opportunity for you to see how warfare works
The battle for your mind diverts your attention then subverts
Your inner vision so your mission is forbidden to emerge
Now Wetiko takes position, with it's venom it ensures
You'll keep submittin' to it's fiction and it never occurs
To you that you're imprisoned by a system so obscure
That resistance seems absurd - Stockholm Syndrome can be cured
By witnessing how I keep twisting every verb
My intention to persistently insist that you return
To your senses leaves you wishin' all this mystic shit was learned
Way before you were referred to this bird
This is my duty and I truly hope you learn something through these
Rhymes that I keep on shooting
I got more ammunition if you need an intervention
Let me know - I'll come through these speakers executing with precision
My incisions leave all complicated issues simplified
Every time - It's Divine - I'm not lying
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Writer(s): Ethan Womack
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