Lyrics
Truth hurts, this comes from the heart
I've got a license to kill should you fall ill on this track
This time unraveling the matrix
Wondering whether it's true those drones may be alien shit?
It turned out Quantative Easing was just cheating
Desolation, they blew up their assets beyond redeeming
Looking into the future I can read our fate
Capital will be worthless after labour was sold
You think I'm joking, think twice
The fallen angels propped up by central banks
Performing the task of terrorists to the common man
We're heading for a crash
An inside job no different to 9-11
As Goebbels stated-
The bigger the lie the more it will be believed,
You already know the CIA performed MK-Ultra, and played God,
I mean you better believe it, propaganda always told you to leave it
Faith in magichood, on the basis of Robbin stealing
March against animal torture and pure hate
Look what's in those meals that Tyson makes
Gaddafi was near sacred in Libya, and now there's slave pits
As NATO impoverishes the world just like the Western tax havens did
No-one can wait for the bureaucrats to wind up in their own super-max prisons
A taste of their own medicine for that war on recreational drugs
Include the profit snakes of the pharma industry
And the virologists
Kuru, SMON, Ebola and Swine Flu
The plandemic was nothing new
It's so apparent healthcare lacked welfare
The war on Aids and Cancer led to only AZT and rage
That's what technocratic globalization did kids
It put capitalism deep down in the grave
People just pretend they don't know
So kleptocratic we're living in communism now
Seriously, real wages in China rise whilst in the West they decline
As the billionaire class steal from the middle class
And as neo-liberalism feeds war and not mouths
Go hard or go home, this ain't some no-show
Minds a jungle, no time to crumble
I don't worry about falling I'm going all in
Trying to be humble cos I see those soul-calling
Abstract with the taste, I still have faith that we'll be balling
An ace card to show up in good time with a good face
It's time to chase what passion dictates
This is anthropology, I study so smart
That way monopolies won't last
Haphazard with no waste in these verses
I'm half Tarantula I've got such bite
By tacit agreement we're orbited by the Magellanic cloud
you're feeling kenopsia so I make you feel proud
Never pays to be too loud, so I germinate ideas to disperse the crowd
And I'm tired of that hard-core stereotypical
I'm slept on for being that much more original
Let me be more lyrical
soft, clever, mystical
I'll suspend thee in a strange saw-see
And ignore talk of succulent orgies,
As I go deeper in this like a funk-meter:
A bit more than just this pure theatre
So hear me out on this soliloquy,
My rhapsody, my melody.
And my words will bring you up.
Put yourself down, so elegantly, eloquently
And magically I'll bring you back up