Accidents Don’t Happen (Definition Of A Fabled Reality)

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It's the sword saint, here to paint it red
Ain't a lie, look a snake in the eye before I take his head
Cuz their goal is dominance, holding our souls as hostages
With bubonic plagues and AIDS that were made to control the populace
It's obvious, helping hand that spreads omni present
Is really a hellish scam of planned obsolescence
Crooks and cheaters looking prestigious with they suits on
The fallen angel with two horns is George Sr. in his true form
And on my life they try to hollow me
With slanderous propaganda and cancerous ideology
In God we trust, but those fucks were atheist
Signing the Constitution, using the blood of real Patriots
Lately it's berserk, encircle body, street sharks in the deep dark with weak hearts
Get branded by the beast mark
Their souls are simply sold so I use walls of fire to torch reports of false messiah and Da Vinci codes
You won't escape the crash site, cast hype is your last sight
Try to calculate the outcome, just couldn't get the math right
I wait in salvation so I ask Christ
Walking through the hallways of my past life with a flashlight and a hash pipe
To pave the road that leads out the days of old
When they enslave your soul through brain control and you would play the role
And that's cold, they attack and trap souls
For blood money and black gold in a country where crack's sold
Filled with swine cops who make time stop with 9 shots
And pine boxes deep as fuck and creeping up in your blind spot
I mainly write rhymes, cuz I love to spoil that blood oil that travels through Cheney's pipelines
And light shines to open eyes and recognize the sins of Satan
Erase this genocide under the guise of liberation
You live your lives in limitation, lies and infiltration
When love dies I'll use that blood skies as inspiration

You asked for, really want beef well here's war
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[Coal Cash]

Until the ?? goes atomic and God floods the world with waves of vomit
To burn demonic slaves with the rage of plate tectonics
Vortex of reckless comets, crush the Earth and all upon it
I spit sionic ?? to scramble brains and make an omelet
Fuckers y'all don't want it like Islamics during Crusades
The pyramid's Masonic, but Egyptians made the true slaves
Roman crucifixions, Roman Christians rule the new age
Pope's been boning children in the buildings where you fools pray
Coke's been sold to billions making millions at the true slaves
Joke is that the killing helps the filling of the new graves
Oil wells are drilling making trillions off the fuel trade
Innocent blood spilling, kids killing still in their school days
Media needs a villain for when filling up their news page
Real crooks are chilling make billions off their dues paid
Who paid Halliburton for working on Iraq
Same person who made it certain that you had to pay your tax
The fact your back is hurting, you're only working for scraps
And laid out on the table, they're under your masters laps
Take a nap and act like you never heard it
In Tiananmen Square where there were 30,000 murdered
Perverted is the way of the people that live today
And the ?? decay as she pulled that went astray
Observed it in a way, we slowly accept the gay
Converted into slaves to the service of our braves
Unholy circus parade that made its way towards Haiti
As pregnant ladies get ?? to slaughter aborted babies
I'm the one that's crazy, maybe so if the shoe fits
But the tracks don't match my soul if you try to go to prove it
This is more than music, this is true spit by the chosen
Examine the planet's attic, can't fathom the death devotions
Your ignorance is potent, what is life but just a moment
To wait for the moment of death to start a quest for its atonement