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Agitator
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Utwór Agitator został wydany 7 listopada 2019 przez Konspiracy Rekords jako część albumu Rabble Rouser
Data wydania7 listopada 2019
WytwórniaKonspiracy Rekords
JęzykEnglish
BPM82
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia

Tekst Utworu

Yo
Fuck George Bush and the CIA
They sabotaged Ross Perot's '92 campaign
It's insane, ain't no way a plane hit the Pentagon
How long before Israel has another war with Lebanon?
All bets are off 'cause war is a business
Uncle Sam collecting taxes and charging you interest
If Trump and Putin stay chummy, just follow the money, you'll get it
Politicians corrupting the system, it's all just fictitious
They sweep dirt under the rug, then hope you forget it
Like the billions that go missing for top secret missions
You think I'm kidding? Just ask Gary McKinnon
Who hacked NASA and was facing time up in prison
For finding missing space fleets in existence
UFO satellite images, alien visits
That shit ain't a gimmick, today's kids ain't listening
They're more interested in iPhones
While the NSA flies drones and spies on your own
Let's go
They used to tell me, "Jay, you're wrong
You don't know what you're speaking"
Our president's chilling at Mar-a-Lago like every weekend
That's what happens when you give playboys all the power they seeking
That's like giving meth heads some
Pseudoephed and now they are tweaking
If you don't see the problems running
Down, then what are you chiefing?
You need to learn to stop running your
Mouth and practice your preaching
You'd rather turn and start handing, stop running away for no reason
I guess that's how them cowards gonna roll when killing's the season
The CIA doesn't have problems killing one of our citizens
Covert operations budgets are becoming big business
And then there's no accountability, erasing the witness
They wanna stop the opposition just to leave 'em defenseless
They feed you so much propaganda, guilty plea and a sentence
And even though you did nothing wrong, make you ask for repentance
Man, the system's so crooked and I don't beg for forgiveness
I hope the people finally see the truth and never surrender
Let's go
Calling out the Clintons like I'm Christopher Hitchens
All of my writtens are munitions, how it serve when I'm spitting
A rebel rouses ambition, we rebel rouses our missions
We never bow in submission, a doubter's face where I'm pissing
A hater's mouth where my dick is, shooting rounds, I'm addicted
Killer clowns on the news, man, what the fuck is this?
All these bullies rule the world, threaten nuclear physics
All these dudes becoming girls and fur to dick so they sit on a pisser
Sick shit like Clinton's bent dick fucking kids
Bill's rape victims left the rape with a bitten lip
Juanita B. knows how he cook it like his little dick
Larry King pimped the kids to politicians taking pics
I'm from where Huma Abedin was born
Busting nuts to exotic, that old Anne Dunham porn
Obama's mama, who the fuck is his father?
White House is somewhat new now, but I'm still a martyr
Drama
I'm against oppression, it represents
Wickedness in the strictest sense
They've got a big defense budget, but they play offensively
Throwing bombs over the fence aggressively
Gaza's destiny, God's the weaponry
Where ideologies go for glorified death
The vast majority is running out of empathy
But I got plenty, I won't let society empty me
Although it's tempting, it would probably ease a lot of tension
I could let 'em win, but then my soul would be in jeopardy
It's worth more than any one of my lives could ever be
I'm on my Last Supper shit and that's the fucking centerpiece
Offend my enemies on every instrumental
They're scared of my potential so they try to fucking censor me
Extrasensory perception has left them with no other options
But jotting down these thoughts indefinitely
Written by: Michael John Gilmore

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