Bohemian Grove Rapsody

The battlefields real, The target is your mind
I tried to warm them all, Just go back & hear my rhymes
The truth on the Mic, I spoke it with a passion
No matter their smirks, or who I saw laughing

I hit the stage, with the fire to break them out of the cage
Dropping bombs over beats like a 12 gauge

I was scalping the tops from the peak of pyramids
Telling crowds on stage the feds were trafficking kids
I was reading Bill Cooper in a suit at a desk
Selling cigarettes to politicians who couldn't be stressed
They couldn't be bothered, they were busy passing bills
And cheering for their wars that were leaving kids killed

Lord knows, what they do behind closed doors
But I'll tell you this, they won't run away with the score
No we won't be stopped, blocked, shaken or taken
Or made to feel weak by a high level mason

Fuck your capstone and your red stone ring
Ya philosophers stone, I know what you want to bring
The serpent of secrets, The cult of the black cube
That wants our souls for their goal to rule

I got kill dozer, ready and fueled
Headed to the Georgia guide stones
Let's have a duel
I'm your huckleberry, I didn't come in peace
I came to wake them up, the worlds asleep

They think they're cute, cutting & slick
And hid it in their movies, we know Hollywood's sick
They live, the movie is real
It's a documentary, they had Epstein killed

Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body
We won't be stopped all they want is control
Illuminati want my mind soul and my body
It's a war for your heart, mind and soul

They crossed the line and kept smiling while they killed
Kids in their wars and lied on capitol hill
If it's war then it's war, they think their gods & lords
And play us all as pawns on their checkerboard floor

They were the ones, who cut down the trees
That connected us to heaven, now get down on your knees
Repent beg and plea, Nothing will save you
This is the rise of the truth & it will break you

They will face and taste their own deceit
After I burn their skull and cross bones and feel the heat
I am the spear, stuck in their all seeing eye
Tearing down their illusion & destroying their lies

E, Y, E, That's the power of self
That's what they hate the most and no they will never help
They'll sacrifice the good, the cremation of care
At Bohemian Grove & Climb 32 Stairs
From the top down view of Washington D.C
An owl on top of a pyramid that's what you'll see