[Broken External Image]:http://www.platformnation.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/sonic-the-hedgehog.jpg I'm sick word to God, it's hard to get a grip.
Yeah they said that the success of my music was theoretic But my revenge is sweet enough to murder diabetics Eugenics, Procter and Gamble, credit racial science Couldn’t produce a more progressive intellectual giant Nephilim bury em with the bullets left in em My heart is blacker than the children of Thomas Jefferson Blacker than back in the days of the tar and feathering The cancerous endocrine, the ego that’s American The hatchet and the sticks, the fascist emblem You can call it conspiracy theory I don’t give a motherfuck, you could get your mother fucked National security’s a codeword for cover-up Hold that down, I look at character, never let the colour get to you I got white revolutionaries like Muslims in Chechnya Percussion dumping like the Russian Mafia over you But even they know what it’s like when you’re fighting for svoboda So whether Slavic or Islamic, vodka, gin, tonic Drunken fantasies are cool son but here’s the grim logic You *****s want to play industry and start to be rich Until they fuck you for millions like Paul McCartney’s bitch My lions live inside a box like Jumanji Sick ***** status stab you up like Indira Gandhi So never desecrate the space on which I meditate My thoughts rip through tank armored metal plates It’s thought to resonate to the spot where Moses caused the sea to separate The place that the prophet Mohammed started to levitate The exact moment that Jesus rose dead awake And Siddhārtha became the Buddha that regenerates Half of ? over but I bring it home colder than dead soldiers Soul-controller, holder of knowledge so fuck Dianetics I’m like the whole library kemet Annunaki genetics
bump all that fucking SPIN stuff!!!! usually dont post the fellows photos, but the guts is just to fuckin dope. [Broken External Image]:http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos..._419497689588_602754588_4448867_3414342_n.jpg