Society Is Brainwashed

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Premier] "Freedom, freedom, freedom Now! Now! Now!" Hmm, uh, uh, uh Society Is Brainwashed ILL BILL What up? what up? Think you need to let 'em know what's goin' on, baby Time to, time to, time to tell 'em "When I'm in the streets, I always remain cautious" Woo Let's go! [Verse 1: ILL BILL] Every society honors its live conformists and dead troublemakers I'm the Son of Satan, sculpted the culture of the ancients Burn me at the stake with my left hand stuck in The Matrix I'm the apex, I steal science off of spaceships Blackwater contractors captured off of camcorders After mass slaughter, violent massacre, Masters of Order Burning effigies of presidents and American flags Veterans clash for the chance to sell terror for cash Babylon destroyed the Beis Hamikdash Death cults, murder squads, exploding churches and burning mosques Throw your dice, now your destiny's cashed And these seeds of war were planted over centuries past And the mysteries remain unsolved, colossal pyramids on Mars Visitors beyond the scriptures of Allah God is on the side of the ones with money and large armies Pray for death amongst these brainwashed zombies Society is brainwashed! [Chorus: DJ Premier scratching] I bet you can't see what I can see That's right! Here's a few things we have to address I bet you can't see what I can see When I'm in the streets, I always remain cautious He's good, goddamn! [Verse 2: ILL BILL] November 5th, 2001, less than two months after 9/11 occurred The infamous William Cooper was murdered Ex-Naval Intelligence Officer Renowned author of Behold a Pale Horse, he paid the cost I can't say that I agree with everything that he wrote But I admire him for speaking his mind though Never holding his tongue for nobody, how Society Is Brainwashed Guns in each others faces for the same lies Same everything and same nothing Same bullshit materialism, the Third World man's luxury This false flag fuckery, an AIDS infested junkie Your Lady of Liberty can't fuck me Can't touch me, The Black Pope, superior general Tim Osman riding like a Piru from Inglewood Bring the hood up to a hovering mothership They already made the switch to the One World Government [Chorus: DJ Premier scratching] I bet you can't see what I can see That's right! Here's a few things we have to address I bet you can't see what I can see When I'm in the streets, I always remain cautious He's good, goddamn! [Verse 3: ILL BILL] Amongst the Ivory Tower witch doctors Witnessed explosions on the Groom Lake landing strip Silicon sorcerers abandoned ship Famine gripped the planet with the gigantic Satanic fist Believed to be linked to Al-Qaeda through a sandwich business I don't advise you to believe, these could be camera tricks All I'm saying is to ask questions, amateurs What Hollywood tries to pass off as a fantasy Might already have happened in actuality And vice versa, if Jesus Christ was a person Who was Mithra? Who was Krishna? Who was the first to be baptized, crucified, resurrected? Betrayed and made into a martyr for someone else's redemption? Old men start wars for young dudes to die in Madison Avenue telling you what you should be buying Religion and science always profess peace But in the end, who created the deadly war machine? Society is... [Outro: DJ Premier scratching] "I bet you can't see what I can see" "Here's a few things we have to address" I bet you can't see what I can see "When I'm in the streets, I always remain cautious" That's right! He's good, goddamn!