Lyrics

[Verse 1: Apakalypse] I burn off my fingertips then dip holotips and adamantium Kill off these devils one by one with phantom powered mics As you drive drunk down the turnpike You see the black plastic bags, we chopped up commercial fags Bohemian grove, secret society, blasphemy, CIA telepathy Satanic alchemy did not originate from the 19th galaxy The straw man, a real fictional character Your tax ID, identification card is in capital letters You are owned by the shadow elite, I go deep like When you're asleep is probably the only true time you're really awake Ancient hand mudras I use, defuse the flesh from the bone Of you fucking slimy cold-blooded snake, hybrid clone I refused to seal my fate a long time ago Now I walk alone with heavy metal and chrome Chemtrails fucking up our dome and DNA genome HAARP fucking up our ozone Earthquake eventually will destroy the entire west coast of the United States Oil being drained and that lubricates the friction Between the fault lines and tectonic plates [Verse 2: Beast 1333] My mind is deeper than the valley in the Mariana Trench The grip they got on us is ever present tightened with revenge Our lives are worthless, the numbers surplus, I'm multi-purpose I reinvent myself every time that I resurface Swim up to the serpents, escape the danger with a backstroke Hazardous like standing in Harlem and telling black jokes Hazardous like bags that are plastic when children suffocate Hazardous, your life's in a line and the vitals fluctuate Ravenous, they took the control and domination Enforcing that the world be split up into different nations Multilingual babble, as building crumble in the shadows All it takes is rebellion, a gun and a can of ammo Dig a trench to hide in, they puppeteer Obama, Biden Peaceful in America, America's always fighting Soldiers look like ragdolls, explosions going off got mad balls Coming back, they missing a limb, the nubbing rap gods [Verse 3: Illuminati Congo] The whole world's consumed in the beautiful fire Of cremation ground, doomed for the funeral pyre Humans groomed to be slaves, consumers and buyers You's in denial, while they use your desires You've been wired to do what's required Montauk, MKULTRA, RFID inside of All they providing, it's a reminder, they can find you Wherever you are and satellite you At extra low frequency if they don't like you Using Project Blue Beam to fine tune your mind's view No joke, it's no hope, just mirrors and smoke I'm at the polar place, screw face, they here to vote Rather snipe it with the scope and hang by the rope It's a snowball effect on a downward slope I get the gas mask, so get the gas face and choke Gats blast, I hit the gas fast and broke