Coal Cash - Wise Beyond My Years (Kalon K'Agathon Gnothi) lyrics

You're all f**ed now I'll smash your head in with a brick and get blood from a stone They building clones on the mothership from a sculpt to my dome Break the zone on some other sh** the Pope in it Rome Infiltrated by Satan's clique who had a cult of they own Cultivating a microchip for your wrist or your dome While on cable it's triple 6 in the amidst in your home Shown by your tombstones inspectors of your epitaph A lightning catcher I spit the vector of Tesla's math d**h reflector projecting infectious zephyrs Which weather controls controlled by the best investors Test the clover leaf extra low frequency pressure d**h from solar heat the polars frequently lesser Nest of Tesla coils that ionize the sky Cans of cyanide face erosion in the ocean tide Expose the dying cries of freedom's abortion While liberty's epitome turned her c*nt to a coffin The skies crying and the earth's bleeding The sea's grieving I close my eyes I feel the trees breathing Deplete Eden, we sleep dreaming And while you feeding from the co*k Satan's got your freedom Freedom has a flavor the protected will never savor It's all about perspective reflected in your behavior Labor like a slave so you can line your cage with paper The nature of the beast plead peace when you meet your maker Turn another acre of trees into streets then sod the strip mall Burning Mother Nature til your feet can't dodge the pitfall Equip all who sleep under the sheets of d**h's blanket With the anxious need to feed off the greed of the flesh banquet Til they drink it from their lips and their goddess spilling sewage They view it as common water more for shamans and druids The fluid spewage was poison so to d**h their rejoicing While you poised next to charades hope to bathe in the ointment Disappointment surely abundant repugnant in its aroma But diplomas made for teachers won't wake sleepers from their coma Persona of protozoa Prometheans for Europa Utopia's private stock hemlock for the cornucopia (hook) Yeah yeah you f**ing pieces of sh**. No f*ggot sh**. s**ing Satan's dick. b**h motherf**er. This is war. Coal Cash. sh**'s gonna change, you better believe it. Yeah, what you think this was? what ya expect f**er. Huh? What you think this was? This is gonna get real, real quick. It's war f**er, it's war