Fake Profits

Shamans On Saturn

Hometown

Annihilation is the basic violation of designer hand bags, corporate ties to a nation. Really when you try to place it, if you can't see the color lines on the breakfast line, nothing changed since 65'. Hitting drive, faster than I'm hitting brides, splitting dimes, wicked times, this is not a finish line race. The voting booth's fake, public schools hate, so they placed a common core that was funded by Bill Gates. Genetically they modified the double helix strain so what you really are inside has been hidden and refrained. Isn't it a little strange that every time you try to make a move the N.S.A. is writing down your full name? This a full moon game where the werewolves hunt the free thinkers through the window pane, and if you feel no pain, the our kids will be the victim, murdered by the black suits with barcodes and tattoos. 

When the lights go down I see the Vampire 
When the sirens flash I see the vampire 
When the president talks I hear the vampire 
They want us all dead covered in red 

Look how they made off like Bernie Madoff, tax payers secret fund the second Adolph. You try to play it off and what I say you scoff, but history is written by the winner, pick a sport. They resort to blood and oil resource where the poor are handed poison in a bottled import. The force of devil spawn, chemicals are thrown across the front lawn, our children drink polluted water be forewarned. These are realities in which we face, and stand below the palace gates while inside he waits, with a microphone, a .45 below his waist, fangs out, waiting for another taste.

SKINNER SWEET (BLOOD & OIL)

Verse 1:

I still bump to J.Cole, a little cash no jump in payroll.
Ten shots from the cops better lay low, jump back in that line and die slow...
Do you know how the story goes, do you think black people had a chance to grow, Is the war on drugs really for that dough?  Its through this lie they take control...
So its time we face it, Reagan was a crook and racist, Jail cells are the modern day slave ships, white boys spit rhymes in basements
Ya'll can't see past the basics, all blind forgot that lasic...
Face it, its time for a facelift, replace all those complacent...

We're living in a modern day, in which the very life we breath is starting to decay
We can't survive unless we choose to put that gun away, the bullets fly and the innocent are put in graves, No one is saved...

Chorus:
The world is on fire and I can't see, there's a cloud overhead and it keeps raining on me, there's a man over there who only wants to be free, but there's  gun to his head and so it never shall be...

Verse 2:
I dialed 911, a man showed up with a badge and a gun, had a hand on the stun, taser, laser, Big Pun and a brand new razor
rebels and devils, spit heavy metal street slang every time the beat bang...
Can't hang with the heat then get out the kitchen, play your part know your position...

If nothing ever goes your way, it coincides with never knowing what the people say, so many times the bullets fly and then the bodies lay, they ties us to a rope and watch how all the bodies sway, no one is saved...

The Native Alien Tribe

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