Illusionati

Yeah...

"Pull the wool up from 'ya eyes"

Let's take 'em back...

Old shit...I sampled this...

"Pull the wool up from 'ya eyes"

Way before you heard it on a Clear Channel station...

"Ca-ca-cause they're comin' to getcha"

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon...

You think your style's original?
I think your squad is pitiful...
Genocide rap's invisible...
And, this year right here is critical...

The industry is a joke, rap music is a sham, R&B bitches liftin' up their britches for a gram. Hip-Hop's not on the radio, understand, Hip-Hop got murdered by the pop program. You've been overstimulated by gimmicks, and bitches naked, and muthafuckas who mimic some suckas, who imitated, the legends who innovated, the lessons that demonstrated, the devils' who instigated, the question has been evaded. You think you're so spectacular, 'cause you bit some clown's vernacular? You let jewelry bedazzle 'ya, they sucked your blood like Dracula. Children play games, they shootin' y'all, they think these emcees are superstars, controlled by Saturn & Jupiter, that's Baphomet & Lucifer...

They got you worshipin' Satan, right now...
You know you're really worshipin' Satan, right now...
They got you worshipin' Satan, right now...
Why you worshipin' the devil, right now?
They got you worshipin' Satan, right now...
You know you're really worshipin' Satan, right now...
They got you worshipin' Satan, right now...
Why you worshipin' the devil, right now?

You don't wanna be in the vicinity, when my mind spray, if you're not an honor-roll graduate of John Jay. Ever since you let 'em allocate your time, they got you faggots under hypnosis, deeper than Kanye. The blonde way, the take control of your mind way, the MK-Ultra your culture, divine way. I've been around the bubble, from Honolulu to Bombay, never will I ever throw another pearl a swine's way. Light up your pig-pen, like Pompeii, I'll make you choke on your microwavable entrée. The television is tellin' 'em petty-crime pay, I ready-aim, and give 'em heavy flames like Dante. This beat is 12 years old, I made it my way, way before you heard of Ashanti, or Beyoncé. You don't need nobody to make you look crazy, you're certifiable 'kook, by a book, baby...

They got you worshipin' Satan, right now...
You know you're really worshipin' Satan, right now...
They got you worshipin' Satan, right now...
Why you worshipin' the devil, right now?
They got you worshipin' Satan, right now...
You know you're really worshipin' Satan, right now...
They got you worshipin' Satan, right now...
Why you worshipin' the devil, right now?

Hold up, it went took far, American church of the superstar, I don't want hott clothes, baby y'all hoes-clothes, ain't gonna getcha into heaven, naw. (Naw) His rhyme ain't no two-timin' (timin') Payday kick-kick tha knowledge, Hazel try'n 'ta keep 'ya conscious, the muthafuckin' Revelation upon us. The deep rig, elite keep 'ya sleepin', we are all gods, and the earth is heathen. The Hip-Hop stars are bloodsuckin' cretins, y'all give up your soul to demons. Demonic agenda, give up your will, and surrender, and pull the wool up from your eyes, 'cause they comin' to getcha. We ain't lyin', they controllin' 'ya mind, you ain't gotta be illumined to shine...

They got you worshipin' Satan, right now...
You know you're really worshipin' Satan, right now...
They got you worshipin' Satan, right now...
Why you worshipin' the devil, right now?
They got you worshipin' Satan, right now...
You know you're really worshipin' Satan, right now...
They got you worshipin' Satan, right now...
Want you worshipin' the devil, right now...

Wake up, you're worshipin' the devil...
Wake up, you're worshipin' the devil...
They got you worshipin' the devil... Naw, naw, naw...

Wake up, you're worshipin' the devil...
They got you worshipin 'the devil...