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سهلين X والله ذله X شاف غيري X ما ابيكم

[Hook]
A good globalist is a dead globalist, that’s the code on the West
Poison in the food, poison in the jets
Traffickin’ the kids for that Satan set
They scream “save the planet” while they lyin’ through they climate threats
Strip the rights, took the world, now they comin’ for America next
A good globalist is a dead globalist, put that on the set  [Verse 1]
Rollin’ down the coast in a ’64, chrome on the Daytons
While they spray the sky, turn the sun into gray tones
Glyphosate in the cereal, fluoride in the faucet
mRNA in the needle, call it “science” when they off us
Black helicopters over Compton, nobody talkin’
Epstein island flights, yeah the guest list still walkin’
Klaus Schwab in Davos laughin’, “You’ll own nothin’ and be happy”
Bill Gates buyin’ farmland, turnin’ cows into lab meat
They flood the border wide open, replacement theory factual
While they hide in bunkers eatin’ wagyu, livin’ lavish too
Digital ID, carbon credits, social credit score
Try to speak the truth, they cancel you out the door  [Hook]
A good globalist is a dead globalist, that’s the code on the West
Poison in the food, poison in the jets
Traffickin’ the kids for that Satan set
They scream “save the planet” while they lyin’ through they climate threats
Strip the rights, took the world, now they comin’ for America next
A good globalist is a dead globalist, put that on the set  [Verse 2]
From the WEF to the CDC, same serpent different head
WHO want your kids, five shots before they out the bed
Chemtrails criss-cross, X marks the spot
Turnin’ frogs gay, Alex was right the whole time, like it or not
Central bank digital currency, programmable money
Spend it on the wrong thing I say or your account ain’t funny
15-minute cities, can’t leave your zone
Track you by the phone, drone swarm when you alone
They worship Moloch in the redwoods, blood on they hands
Adrenochrome parties, Hollywood full of they fans
But the Westside still ridin’, loc’d out with the truth
Militias in the mountains loadin’ up for the proof  [Bridge]
Hydraulic hop, switchin’ lanes on the 405
Real ones still breathin’, that means we still alive
They want us divided—black, white, left, right
But when the lights go out we all gon’ fight that same fight  [Hook – final]
A good globalist is a dead globalist, that’s the code on the West
Poison in the food, poison in the jets
Traffickin’ the kids for that Satan set
They scream “save the planet” while they lyin’ through they climate threats
Strip the rights, took the world, now they comin’ for America next
A good globalist is a dead globalist—rest in piss, no respect  [Outro – talkin’ over the beat fade]
Yeah… from Cali to Texas, Florida to the plains
People wakin’ up, breakin’ out they chains
Lowrider still bouncin’, G-funk still knockin’
And we ain’t stoppin’ till every last one of ’em droppin’
Westcoast, mo

A Good Globalist Is A Dead Globalist

Life’s A Ride 📶

I’m The Shit (written by: JON’a’TEN)

Lyrics:

I’m shittin’ on these niggas, I do it on purpose, (Huh?)
like this is my purpose, my calling, my service.(Jon’a’Ten) (Stright Up) 

(verse)
 
Tell me where the toilet is; I wanna watch the masterpiece (BIG JON)
while Rembrandt with the remnants paint the night with my spite.
Your niggas float face-down, gallery of turds, (woo)
I’m curator of chaos, every flush is my words. (Ten Out Of Ten) Type Shit.
Birth brown Picassos, frame ’em in porcelain,
sign the rim with initials while the evidence soakin’ in.
The toilet whispered soft, “Bring the heat, let ’em R.I.P.” (glitch-glitch)
Now the water’s risin’, bubbles poppin’ like applause for me.
Every swirl’s a standing ovation for the shit that broke the laws,
bow to the bowl, king; your reign just got hosed.
These hoes swear I ain’t shit, but they gassed as I walk past clean,
prayin’ I take a squirt while I pose, marble statue of mean.
Flesh bend when the redwoods drop, logs crash, room stop,
I’m brown Moses partin’ cheeks that can’t take the shock.
Call me worthless? Watch your value depreciate,
one coil of this rope and your whole stock evaporate.
Pyramids in the porcelain, pharaoh of the flush,
they inhale the legacy, then gag on the rush.

Hook the block, lock the chain,
change the channel, flick the flame.
Link licks ink, let it drip,
move on paper, don’t let it spin.
Spin too fast and you die, die—
ghost in the bowl, high-five the sky.
But I stay greased, pen never dry,
drop a log, then wave bye-bye.
Hook—block—chain—change—
link—lick—ink—rearrange.
Spin—spin—don’t die—die…

I just birthed a verse that’ll never dry.
The sewer now a cathedral, the stink is incense,
every bar a stained-glass window of pure offense.
We crowned ourselves kings on a porcelain throne,
and the whole block still holdin’ they nose… but quotin’ every poem.
Mic drop. Plop. Flush.
Legend forever floats.
I swear you bitches are full of shit.

(hook)

Hook the block, lock the chain,
change the channel, flick the flame.
Link licks ink, let it drip,
move on paper, don’t let it spin.
Spin too fast and you die, die—
ghost in the bowl, high-five the sky.
But I stay greased, pen never dry,
drop a log, then wave bye-bye.
Hook—block—chain—change—
link—lick—ink—rearrange.
Spin—spin—don’t die—die…

I’ve my names in the porcelain hall of fame, etched in steam and infamy!
That wasn’t a cypher, that was a coronation with the seat up.
Rap mastery? Nah… just invented a whole new genre:
Porcelain Bars & Sewage Symphonies.
Crown still warm, water still swirlin’. I am king of this shit
History books gon’ need a courtesy flush after this one. (Bullish)

I’M THE SHIT #EP 💩 🤫🤫🔥

G x حضنك وطن

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