3point Beats - Numerologies lyrics

f** the Illuminati f** the occult f** all that sh** man GodSpeed Real HipHop Artists know what I'm sayin Numerologies Sometimes I feel under attack so I apologize for anything whack I do I believe Cathy O Brien. No trying Caffiene. I'm up fasting Horizons sag. quit asking my mindset Fritz Springmeier Scalpel and leak your 13, 33, etcetera Bloodline type Numerologies. Brashness to silence You f*gs get the silencer. No questions Just baskets of iron or vitamin K like Whoopee Goldberg and Shug Avery with Maybelline Which is crazy? Jesus. Blasphemous crying b**hes I see sad failures sometimes in society like Pagan Buddhist embodiments of Lilith who eat children Lost Souls I'm staying truest I'll make you eat my new sense Food for thought. Boot the speech Whirlwinds. Shotty Piper Gotti Cyphers to slay druids' Fleets of lucid evils and end curdling Descend to end men. Murder them Verbs; words to blurble. No erkle Amend Hurtles, clench turtling Berkeley to Oxford. MK Ultra sh**. Ya'll corrupt. Fatalities Check the numerology That's the numerologies Yea, I'm confused but with independence and freedom I got more power than the trilateral commission To shower you hours full by collateral, listen Try battles you'll die Like battle of Seattle, Successfully rattle you. Catapults In grab and pull, blast you fools. Go fishing Anti-Globalization will add a "u" to scabbard's "cruel" on abuse. The swords? Pigs; "That'll do" Free Masonry symbolism; That sh** is through Boombap sh** spewed f** a battle you chap fit floozy Fall corporate capitalism. Get bent f*ggot dudes f** the 12 steps. Ya'll speak too fast I'll sacrifice anybody for the realness and for family like the Bilderburg group would or conglomerates. Lather nude! In lavender, Lucille Ball is mine because I stack the truth for the wackest losers I pull and peel the "Ender" card so ya rent is gone Control the Pentagon A voracious Assa**in longing for a tent to bomb; Your forts The pencils? shredded gone and end ya songs f** the propaganda The media mainstream conjecture is oppression I'll conquer the Genghis Khan; conquer like Genghis Khan Did. Go have a Nazi Party hows ya brains enter Psalms As I clench a gong or some sh**, Sail the River Styx the end is on. For you!