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Fatty acid funky surely 
I can make your momma jump
I can make your momma pump
Make her do the funk
I don't get funky baby
Unless I feel the junk
Fatty acid funky surely
Oshiri Furi Furi

Fatty Acid

Hyxos

Lyrics:  What's this I hear you say?  Its Instinct and Dubay.  We're bringing the truth, irrefutable proof.  We ain't moving or spinning.  The veil is now lifting.  So listen, this isn't a game we're living in.  When we bring it to a head, you'll see it's what we said.  They still will want us dead.  Too late by then.  We all will soon forget the history we read.  A new era begins, our dark age ends.

BeLIEving life is accidental just as we are taught is one of many reasons for the lie that Earth's a spinning ball.  Just research it for yourself and see the globe is full of flaws.  It sounds insane but now I can't go back even if I want.  As usual it's in your face, their favourite way to taunt.  Just check the UN flag and see that a flat map is their front.  I hear you laugh. I did at first but let me show how I got to the conclusion that we really are not moving at all.  The sun is closer than we're told and actually very small which makes the day for you and night for others all possible.  It seems to set in the horizon coz of perspective law the same for disappearing ships but zooming in reveals it all.  A compass points to what we know as the magnetic North pole and like a speaker going South leads to the Antarctic wall.  The treaty signed by every country means you're breaking the law if you trek and try to find if there's an edge that you can fall.  A plain of infinite proportion is an interesting thought.  It's no more crazy than believing endless space as we're taught.  At least we know that land exists, outer space may not at all, seeing that all the images shown to us are coming from frauds! The pics that NASA give are mainly fantasy and what's more they could be made to get us ready for a new kind of war.  If we believe we're on a planet and there's more where life can spawn it will be less of a surprise if aliens came to the mall.  But this is all to carry out the ultimate act of control: A fake invasion will be staged; the sickest terror act of all.  Having space shoved in your face since the 2nd world war to brainwash every nation to embrace extra-terrestrials. We mustn't fall for anymore just go research and see it y'all. We're no accident and actually the flip of what we're told. It's no wonder humankind is on a devolution course. The schools enforce and educate curriculums to misinform.

Aliens and dinosaurs, ape-men and good wars, Jesus Christ and satellites, nukes and the globe Earth, gravity and galaxies, black holes, big bang, Buddha, Mohammed and the rest of the god-men; none of these things you believe in existed.  Propaganda twisted your mind into stitches.  Got you spinning upside-down like a break-dance.  Most women on the world stage are trans-plants.  What did you say?  Obama is gay?  Michelle is a man?  Melania's trans?  Look at their hands.  Who are their fans?  What is their plan?  The Freemasonic rainbow girls are a boys club, and the order of Demolay is the fulcrum.  Pedophiles grooming Mousketeers for the hit-list.  Disney and their social engineers pushing sickness.  Check for the adam's apple on your favorite actresses. Eve may be hiding trouser snakes in the mattresses.  What do you mean?  That is obscene.  You are so low.  How could you know?  If it is so, they wouldn't go, on with the show.  From Castrado to Kabuki, ancient Greece and the Renaissance, women weren't allowed on the stage to play their parts.  Castrated sodomites, plastic surgeries, inverted penises, hormone therapies, these are all historically par for the course, like Venus and Serena beating women at sports.  Freemasons flip the script with their Othello chips.  Black and white checkerboard floors for the fellowship.  Entered apprentice swears his death sentence.  Bros become hoes and start to play tennis.  This is the ball shit bullshit catachrestical, rhyming in time and call it anapestical, their claim to fame is that Earth is a testicle, but it's actually flat as fuck like a Ken doll.

Ball$hit

Lyrics:  You're as fake as these truthers running around telling folk that they are so very woke and they know it's not a globe.  Follow them losers acting like you don't know that these people are the foe, turning this into a joke.  At that computer or you're sat on your phone.  Press play, here we go, unaware that it's a show.  They're a YouTuber.  Why are they getting so many views, subs too?  Better go check 'em bro.  Why they always recommended?  Yo I think that they're selected.  Spreading false information no one ever seems to question.  Everybody, those that flex it, soon they're gonna learn their lesson.  On you snakes I'm always steppin'.  This is such a big deception.  They spy on you, always got their eye on me, paid shills, can't shill, Flat Earth Society.  Secret society's keeping shit under wraps.  They can never stop this.  More and more are fighting back.

Yo, Two-Face Joker Riddler Ventriloquist, shill infiltration by Batman villains and I'm the Dark Knight, ready with a sharp knife, lyrically all tight, cutting like a shark bite.  It's high-time for the Gotham crime syndicate.  Gone vigilante now 'cause I'm sick of it.  Take a fake truther and drop it like it's hot.  Patrick's potatoes are starting to rot.  Sargent is off of the Mark with a lot.  Put them together and what have you got?  A secret show where nothing is taught and nothing is secret except for who bought and paid these plastic punks to represent us?  Behind the Curve is now the legacy we're left with.  So call them all out and when they try to fight us we'll sparta-kick them off the edge like Leonidas. 

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Fight For The FE

Real Eyes Realize Real Lies is a new conscious rap track by Facu Rastafa featuring Eric Dubay

Lyrics: I started to question things like my own beliefs and my own existence like how does this work? What is the mind? There's this voice that keeps saying shit. What is the truth? What do I know? Am I the body or am I the soul? If I was to die, where would I go? Do I even matter if this is how it goes? But when I woke up you know what I realized? That I am the soul and this body is just my vehicle, and with that awakening came so much so much more information about the system and how it works. Because if you know the truth you regain self control, not even a remote chance to get programmed or deceived no more. You start to do some research, that's researching what you think you know, when you find out that the Earth is actually not a spinning globe. What the fuck are you saying? You're sounding sort of insane. But it's true we live on a plane, it's flat and stationary. The truth will set you free, won't go back to that mental cell, now I live my life in peace and couldn't change if you paid me.

Realize, there's real lies and real eyes, don't be surprised, you'll find the truth down deep inside. When I see the sky, the Sun, the Moon, they seem alive. Wish I could fly so I could see on my own with no CGI.

Tactical error, crack like a mirror, Eric Dubay bringing lyrical terror. Hate speech al-queda but my rhymes are tighter, I rap for the masses, tracks full of classics, masterful plastered with factual fanfare, banned but I'm back to attack with a fair share of crap that I can't bare 'cause I'm a care-bear. Where is the justice? We need a comeuppance. 19.5 billion per year is what we pay them just to hear we're spinning right round the Milky Way waiting on the sun to die one day, but that isn't happening, that is inaccurate. Stick to the facts not fear-mongering rocket-men. Masons are liars, NASA are masons, masons that lie like their snakes in the garden and the sun isn't dying, your soul is immortal, and so is the solace of solar return. You will ever remember in embers and flames, the end of December, dismemberment plan (That's a good band). By the way, watch what they say. Everything your government tells you is fake, especially anything about outer space. The only thing they could ever make I would rate is every politicians fucking head on a plate, but we're probably never gonna see that day, cause everybody's living in their rainbow way, with no real men left 'cause they've all turned gay.

Realize, there's real lies and real eyes, don't be surprised, you'll find the truth down deep inside. When I see the sky, the Sun, the Moon, they seem alive. Wish I could fly so I could see on my own with no CGI.

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Real Eyes Realize Real Lies

Lyrics:  Smoother than a velvet tongue, a lie comes to the lips of some elitist psychopath that's trying to take your shit. He makes your kids believe in falsities while getting praised as god. Welcome to America land based on a Masonic fraud. Watch them applaud like Jerry Springer for an innocent's death, now multiply it by a million and this country's all that's left spreading meth around the world through biker gangs and the feds, not a war on drugs, a war on us, that's what it is instead. The dead and dying lying in hospital beds every day and medical malpractice kills more than cigarettes anyway. Any day that we change it there will be conformists aplenty acting like the chains we just shrugged off were really tempting. Entry to a higher echelon of social insanity preserve an urge doomed to consume the mental depravity. I had to see the darkness that was right outside the door, and now I've steeled myself, no fearing death any more.

Fuck the fake personas of all the rappers who act, the whole robotic Masonic hypnotic propaganda's a trap, so many people buying the lies rather than dealing with facts, because if they were they'd be giving the TSA and NASA the axe. I'd rather your ass be reading than even bumping this track. I'm so hated by the chosen call me Yasser Arafat. Crepuscular rays gives heliocentrism a smack. Even your own perspective will prove the Earth's flat. Imagine that.

Never trapped again by the same circle of logic, globular prophets, Masonic hobbits, or a food that is toxic. Fiber-optic cable stretching all over the world, but you still believe satellites are real. My lip curls in a sneer. The veneer of honesty on a throne of lies while trap rappers acting like they're willing to kill or die while I and most people know it's all a facade. Still so many choosing illusions over the truth and it's odd. Need not apply Santa Claus or Mickey Mouse religion, a bunch of callow, shallow materialists feeding the system, filling up the hearts of men with nothing but grief because the greatest form of control is blind faith and base belief. Speak the truth dude or truly speak not at all. You're not in the Milky Way. Your ass is not on a spinning ball. Calling it as it is does not make me pessimistic, not that most of the population would even know the definition.

Imagine that. Dubay steps on your track, takes your chill vibe, breaks its spine, cracks his neck, kills your last verse like Revelations crimes in church, drinks all your communion, eats your preacher for dessert, metaphorically of course. You can't take this shit as literal. Jesus even said himself that he only ever spoke in parables. Incredible that there could ever be people who read the whole bible and think that it's literal, but it's inevitable when the regrettable read about Jesus and think that he's edible. So eat your communion you literal cannibal, virgins are birthing in mangers with animals, Jonah is living inside of a whale and they're letting old Barrabas out of his jail, 'cause the snakes are all talking and people are walking on water while turning it into some wine then the bushes start burning and talking and telling humanity 10 things they shouldn't be doing. You gullible idiots are probably still thinking you live on a ball that is wobbling, tilting and spinning through space many miles per second 'cause Freemasons said so and so you believe it, and couldn't conceive that you might be deceived by the very same people that gave you your priests. So you're probably not feeling this, cognitive dissonance, triggering Christians and ball-Earth believers, bitch.

Imagine That

Lyrics
Intro Skit :
(Billy Running upstairs to office)
Thank god I found you, there seems to be a problem with JX and ED
They seem to be collaborating on some sort of project
Go ahead and See if you can Interrupt they’re proximity.
(Coworker yells)
"got dammit billy I'm already busy"

Chorus :1x
It’s a flat earth, yeah, it’s a flat earth.
Welcome to it, welcome to it, welcome to it.
You’ve been brainwashed since birth, since birth.
Welcome to it, welcome to it, welcome to it.

Verse 1 (Jason X) :
Everyone knows Eric Dubay gonna kill this track
So I might as well go ham while I can
set fire on the globe man.
Wish I was a vegan not breathing and eating all this food that’s not giving hello friendly greetings,
They don’t want that beef and,
Don’t end up being indoctrinated by the people that brainwashed us and the ones that masturbated
all over the Declaration of Independence
Fuck the heliocentric model
I don’t believe in it, nor do I have any patients for people like Aristotle.
Had to pour de-greaser on my brain,
and come back full throttle.
I Shouldn’t be feeling like the enemy
For what I believe
While these the mothers fuckers lying to our face in the 33rd degree.
They know I’m coming with a vengeance
They don’t like what they see.
Fuck V Sauce and Joe Rogan and all the other shill channels
That tried to slice the truth they gonna see us pretty soon
Face to face about their paid lies
They’re scared to debate with the great Eric Dubay.
“Ha” You chose wise.

Chorus :2x
It’s a flat earth, yeah, it’s a flat earth.
Welcome to it, welcome to it, welcome to it.
You’ve been brainwashed since birth, since birth.
Welcome to it, welcome to it, welcome to it.

Verse 2 (Eric Dubay) :
Yo, everyone thinks that the flat earth's dumb, 'cause that's what you've been taught ever since you were young, but it is really smart to believe in something you accepted at a time when your mind hadn't learned to question? Did you know that every single culture in the world had a flat earth map and that back then flat was a default fact with the caveat that aristocrat's could pretend inventions, like the globe, a spinning ball Earth. Lies from Pythagoras, rise to be cursed, fall for the pseudo-science, won't be the first, who ever so defines it, clones the inverse, like Busta Rhymes with his flip-mode squad, they flippin’ every floppin’ thing upside down, turn a flat map to a globe spin it round, now they got you looking up to the ground. While you're at it, dig a hole to China and tell me if you come out legs first when they find ya, and is the sky really under your feet, does the stream run upside-down when you pee, does the rain rise up from the sky to your seat, do the plants grow down from the ground underneath? Of course not. You're living on a level plane. Everything's right-side up in our domain. And you ask, why would they lie? To make you so dumb that it makes me wanna cry. You're sucking on your thumb and you lost your third eye, clinging to a ball-earth while it zips by. NASA's now your master kiss your brain goodbye. It's so sad that you bought this fad and now don't get mad but it would be rad if your deadbeat dad got his undergrad from a Craigslist ad, but you know full well that it can't be done, like water sticking to a ball spun around the sun, faster than a fucking bullet shot from a gun. They measured the ball Earth: 6 garillion tonnes.

Chorus :2x
It’s a flat earth, yeah, it’s a flat earth.
Welcome to it, welcome to it, welcome to it.
You’ve been brainwashed since birth, since birth.
Welcome to it, welcome to it, welcome to it.

Brainwashed Since Birth

Lyrics:  So many things have changed, but I never thought I'd live in an age to see the day outer space is seen as fake. We have all been played, fallen prey to a Freemasonic cage. Surely all is gonna break away the more we all awake.

Houston, we now have a problem,
They've found out space isn't at all what we've told them.

NASA oughta sorted all the stories for the astronauts before they all reported what they saw when asked in orbit. NASA saw the planets; Aldrin saw no more than black. You all are talking horseshit. Court is where you oughta all be walkin' as your master-plan is thwarted y'all are caught red-handed. I imagine your imaginary bands of Van Allen have caused it all now has it?

The Moon landing was staged, a Stanley Kubrick play, the USA, had to make a movie to win the race to space.

NASA what's the truthful answer? You aren't doing lunar trips? What!? It isn't lucrative? The tax you take is ludicrous! Excuse after excuse you lose the tapes and can't locate the data saying nowadays it's far too hard to make it all after you threw away the blueprints for the lunar craft. Now half a century has past, you had a blast, you're talking out your arse..

The relevance in the rumors, they never went to the moon'll prove, everything taught to you about space will be found untrue.
You never did it!
And you never will 'cause it's a lie!
Nothing has left the Earth and
returned as NASA confirm,
Years of selling the heliocentric
Universe soon'll be gone
You never did it!
And you never will it's all a lie!

Space Odyssey, I found an oddity, it seems like sodomy is your main commodity: asstronots assuming asstronomy NASA assteroid asstral authority. Virgin Galactic master prophylactic practice Space-X safe sex ya bastards. Waxed up black holes ready for you assholes, blast your capsules back to the glass bowl, time-dilated Uranus is waiting, pulsing like the pulsars pulsating, blast your phallus and call it a rocket, See-men dressed in white in the cock-pit. That's some gay shit Masons, you're racist against all straight white males and Asians. I'll prove it too เพราะกูแม่งเป็นลูกครึ่ง ฝรั่งที่แร็ปได้และร้องเพลงลูกทุ่ง Yeah, I'm rapping in Thai, that's what I do, เป็นคนไทยไปแล้ว และอยากเป็นผู้ดีที่มีศักดิ์ศรีเพราะพูดตรงไป ไม่เคยโกหกใครและไม่นอกใจ

No one would have believed in the last years of the twentieth century that 2 humans, Instinct and Dubay would take down the whole New World Order.

Never A Straight Answer

Lyrics: I take a deep breath of some hot chronic smoke, the president is talkin', hawkin' war to all of the dopes, who won't ever acknowledge, everything he said was lies, while American jets in Iraq still crack the fuckin' sky. I'm surprised the people haven't brought it all to an end but the government's holdin' us hostage, it's not our fuckin' friend. Many pretend, but then again most are livin' in the matrix, spinnin' on some little rock, apes awaitin' a spaceship. My patience for the fantasy, it lessens every minute, "so what if it's a ball or flat? really what is the difference?" By the line of thought you become a frog on the pot, just chillin', "what's the difference if the water's cold or hot?" Blind belief in authority is not a form of science, it's just a religion, another system to justify the violence, silence feeds the tyrants who will always fight the change, that's why I'm rappin' with Dubay, we are not your fuckin' slaves.

Same shit different day, livin' on the static plane, you can save it for some other goy, I'm not your fuckin' slave. Straight away as little kids they feed us all of the lies, be it evolution, dinosaurs or heaven in the sky. Try to question everything they told you to believe and every bit of media you ever see or read. Those that cry of genocide, inside an apartheid state, you can save it for some other goy, we're not your fuckin' slaves.

Hey Eric, why's it even matter if the world is round or flat or we revolve around the sun or if the sun revolves around us? I still have to go to work tomorrow and it hurts regardless. I still have to pay my bills and so I fail to see your logic. Please stop adding to the list of things in life that make me suffer. I don't wanna be empowered, I just wanna be a martyr. I would rather ask you why you think it matters than be honest, and admit the simple truth is that I haven't thought about it, and refuse to do my research. I don't even click your links, and when you ask me what I thought about them I don't even think. I just wanna pop some molly's, dance around and get my jollies, in a club or off in Bali. I don't wanna contemplate about the shape of where we are now. Human race mental state being raped and I like it, feels good, slavery is fine with me and now I've answered my own question, 'cause to people like me it just doesn't matter does it?

We Are Not Your Slaves

Lyrics:  First and foremost just let me say that you matter.  Your life has a meaning their demeaning can't shatter.  So they blather, trying to make you hate yourself with the same bullshit they feed to everyone else.  Tell me, do you think you're really just a speck of dust in a cold uncaring universe?  Well let me tell you something:  You are not a little dot on a giant spinning ball.  You are part of the awareness that encompasses all.  But it falls in opposition to the lies that you were given to make you have the view of a slave to the system run by crazy people so enslaved by temptation to view themselves as supreme over the population.  So I'm making a stand against the sick propaganda that's got you living like goyim through the libel and slander.  We are not evolved apes.  We are not some fucking stardust.  We are all a part of God so they want to retard us.

You are someone, and you have a purpose.  Fuck the liars who try and make you feel worthless.  You are life, and thus you have a meaning, and you're a part of me so please stop believing that materialism is all that there is to life or that love is nothing but a chemical high.  I look at the very same sky as you every night and I can see peace shining in those twinkling lights.

What are those twinkling lights?  Try zooming in with a camera at night, and see for yourself that you've been lied to.  Stars aren't suns and the moon is see-through.  They're all quite close and revolve around you.  Or be like most of the cunts beside you, claiming what we're saying is some kind of aberration, that the stationary plane you're standing on is in rotation, that its racing off through space because of what some Mason's saying.  You just gave your mind away today so you could stay complacent, and keep chillin' with your NASA posters in your momma's basement, and ignoring that you are the center of all of creation.  You're important and matter so rather than blathering and further scattering all of this claptrap that NASA's been gathering, why not try fathoming something miraculous: the truth that it's happening.

You Matter

Eric Dubay verse:

I'm putting NASA on blast, 
Spherical trigonometry 
dictates the fate 
of your fake geometry.  
Where's the curvature?  
What you looking nervous for?  
Put a crater in your Seder 
Darth Vader in your elevator.  
Black helmet, force choke your mind, 
James Earl Jones narrates your life, 
be like Gus Grissom blowing whistles 'til they kill me.  
Houston's got a real problem now: Eric Dubay.  
Brass taxes, NASA forecast is, 
partially cloudy with duplicate patterns 
completely unchanging for 24 hours, 
magical clouds with subliminal powers.  
Robert Simmons with his ribbons of imagery, 
copy pasting defacing your reality.  
Artists renditions shifting perceptions 
minions misgivings shills misdirections.

Pruven verse:

Solid like the rings around the flat plane acknowledge
Infinite plane profit
Kill agnostic garbage 
You believe in chemtrails
Believe in conspiracies 
You believe a black man can kill a cop and go free?
Made'em flinch
You know the Earth's curvature miles per square inch?
Exist study a bit hence
You believe in lies indeed
Intercourse with the truth 
You believe in involuntary solitude
Trips to the moon? Naw
Never been no pretend
Asked Buzz Aldrin again
Its knowledge for those ignorant men
Whose serving ya?
Bridges  don't amount for curvature 
Paid actor's working for nasa whose your master?
It's true,  movies indoctrinated you
The spinning ball at the beginning of every movie flick doesn't exist 
Research to and not to believe 
In Hebrew the word "nasa" means to deceive don't believe everything you see or read
Research what they feed
Lies I combat with facts
Check the flight patterns and the maps
Stanley Meyers bars
I believe water can be fuel to drive cars
NASA photoshopping stars
Moon light colder than the night shadows 
Aliens didn't make the pyramids it was the Pharoah's.

Auto Pixie Poxy Moron

I searched the ocean for your tears
I searched my soul for your fears
A crack in time and there you were
The ants crawl on my skin

Dark clouds crept like fatal stains across the earth 
A mortal chill that consumes everything
The goats call out my name

Losing fragments of your mind
In this skin we're living in
Drags us down to pure existence
Seems so futile

I Searched The Ocean

Tony Byker - Obey Always Obey

In this messed up life
Blasphemous rantings
Are all I have
To get me through it
If they'd look inside
They might find 
New thoughts and pleasures

Who has the will to change
Philosophies and cliches
Busy making carbon copies
And selling junk to monkeys

Obey Always Obey

Caught in a dogma
Of endless maybes 

Spiraling down the worm hole
Grey wolves and zionist threats
Are gnawing at our flesh
Even confusing all the best

Obey Always Obey

Moral philosophies and cliches
Institutional hypnosis
Social unrest

Obey Always Obey

From their Antipodal Points on the globe, Japan and Brazil, comes a new collaboration of former Gaye Bykers On Acid, Tony Byker and Mary Byker. 
Written & Produced by Tony Byker
Additional Lyrics & Vocals by Mary Byker

Dem king they rule yah
Dem church they fool yah
Dem army and police they shoot yah
But it we on the bottom that'll feed yah

Ain't nothin' but the truth

Everybody know their place
Time to turn around and face 
The enemy
Me me me me

Corporation termite
They must consume everything in sight
Morning noon and night
What are they like ?

I see no end in sight

My best friend came back again
He was fighting
Doesn't know what for
Stock exchange went down again
Oh it's frightening
Better start a war
Gives me a hard on

They rule yah
They fool yah

Dem King (Feat.Mary Byker)

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Apocoloptimystical. 

Sending out new contradictions and collecting the old.

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