Illuminati Lyrics

• November 27, 2012

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ILLUMINATI by Homeboy Sandman

Every man is not created equal / We’re all created mad different, and some are bad people / The bald eagle’s mad evil / Place you in to class C, feed you placebo / Chick the cops were caught spooning caught it sooner than the pack / Think they’re tapping your computer? / Your computer is a tap / Human traffickers wanna track you, your computer is map / Forget whoever fingerprints that got a match, they got a Mac / Every app that’s on your jack’s for getting jacked / Every act on every bill and every law and every bill and every act / Is game that’s run so they could run up where you at / They got padding down down pat, I gotta give em that / Now it’s money that I never had, I’m supposed to give it back / They keep statistics on the gifted, young, and black / They put out statistics people read em, act like they be given fact / Think they been given lean when they been given fat.

Chemtrails, the M.O: arrest, then raise the rent in jails / GMO, the monkey wrench in your entrails / All you see is shop and save sales / Where’s the dough you spent to try and save whales? / Well / That was took and added to the monies from the breast cancer walk / Who knows what’s the answer to what it bought / The grief with which you have been wrought was all for naught / It’s too high a cost trying to save the orphans, just keep em off the lawn.

The war on drugs been going on for awful long / So folks married to the game instead of dating off and on / But there’s no poppy fields in Harlem, look around / But for some reason all the brown ninos turn to Nino Browns / We used to beat on Bush but now he’s not around / So people have found a different bush to beat around / Favorite noise of boys in blue, “kapow” / You’re bound to catch a round, you’re almost lucky when they only beat you down.

Tight girls straighten out their tight girls / Everybody wants to be a skinny white girl / Because all you see is skinny white girls / Though black girls are allowed if they’re getting loud or if they’re getting plowed / Keep em from being proud, it’s easier to keep em down / Keep em drowning in doubt, keep em down and out / Favor Flavor, chuck the Chuck D. You could say that black is ugly long as you say it round about / It’s not the type of ish with which to clown around / Rap to them about capping, pow / Instead of cap and gowns / Tell em that they’re bugging out if they don’t get around / It’ll bug em out too much to wrap their head around.

Release the hounds / How? / Create an enemy to hate / By then it won’t be tough / By then they’ll hate themselves so much they couldn’t wait / They’ll drown in booze that which they couldn’t take / And debt’ll make em slaves / And then we cut the pay and lengthen days / Provide the drugs to medicate then cut the Medicaid / And institute a military state and provide Israel with military aid just to rub it in they face / They’ll be afraid because they don’t have any faith / They’ll claim that they believe but that it is not how they behave / As money comes to power over power that’s divine they will all turn into cowards because they’re all afraid to die / They’ll never form alliance / They’ll be content to live a lie as long as they’re alive / The sirs and madams will surmise / That it’s on us which they rely, they’ll never realize / That we rely on them / And any moment they decide, they could make it end / Instead just make some ends because life is hopeless, times are hard / And keep em focused religion so they never look for God.