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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Insight Innovates
Insight Innovates
Performer
Andre Todman
Andre Todman
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andre Todman
Andre Todman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Insight Innovates
Insight Innovates
Producer
Insight
Insight
Producer

गाने

Tickled with fame admit your a slave ripping through a maze.
limping to a grave with a page in a caged stage.
Six ways in eight days they trick your brain where all five senses are clutched.
The magic touch used to be whip and chain.
Fast food cripples the brain. Opressed spirits
riddled with pain live in shame see little to gain.
A kid on the train is restrained and detained.
Each year thousands of woman are abducted from the Ukrain.
And thats the smell of trouble, developements crumble...several boroughs spell
trouble for commuters, increasing shooters and looters.
The beast is using manuvers to feed it through the computer.
Delete the truth from intruders that leak it into a smooth cut.
More are stuck as slaves today than ever before. Mesure
the deception of war from oppression and more.
Abandonment is purly the common fate of many slaves
becoming unproductive due to the burden of thier ways.
Raise the level of understanding this phonomenon.
Handling all it's wrong without the threat of dropping bombs.
Sight is rocking locking on the topic getting to the source.
Through the laws of phonics you thought my jaws were bionic.
The mic um on it, rattling more about wars exetra while
human trafficing routs run throughout North America.
Forced labor on Dominican sugar plantations are
responsible for 15 percent of the US traderun.
You can be born or you can be lord into bondage kid.
Brazillian hostages work in hevily armed cottages.
Deep in the Amazon but now thier plans are gone cause they
was promised life they panic. Knife scars on thier hands and arms
making charcoal for soldiers thats hot and cold with a
rotten soul shots loaded ready for crop control.
Robots patrol blocks and hold glocks with a heart of gold
ready for obstacles. land of the free? Then why we stop at tolls?
Pilgrims landed on the coast of Plymouth...
criminals who fled the British. In Mexico you can visit
factories packed with over worked kids in it and witness an
operation thats vicious... contemplating who did it.
Not concentrating you'll miss it. Evil thinks it's delicious
killing hope making specific solutions ficticious,
polluting riches of truth to paint pictures of grave diggers. I
preach proof while some priests abuse scriptures.
Vearse II
Control yes thats the topic of the day.
The populations programmed and pricked on a tray.
The trays in a box, the box is on the shelf stacked in 12lvs
on a tractor belt moving into the batter of hell.
Communicate collaborate cooperate let's concentrate.
Global power system mass opression will complicate.
Control is a sky scraper confined to a glacier.
The soul of a fly creators rhymes I crack into a crator.
With the Isis Papers I design pyramids
focussing thoughts into a point that aims right where your spirits is.
Written by: Andre Todman
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