Mahatma Crowley - Hidden Hand lyrics

[Intro] Sheeple, herd the feeble to the steeple Deliver us to evil, make them fear the people [Verse 1] Through the years of hate and fear Wasted tears for the end so near They act sincere, but adhere To engineer a world they domineer Why do I see things so clear? Why do I hold things so dear? When's my time to rise from here? And find my way off this sphere? I told these motherf**ers keep the f** up out my life You f**ing up my shine yo this light is mine Fates intertwined look for d**h until I die Rewind the skies Lord of the Flies at the dawn of this grind Doc slop on the chop block FEMA Camps we all f**ed Let's f** up the time clock That fake sh** we all mock Volume up, this sh** knocks The whole world on my jock One way from the top spot That's down if I don't rock If I don't pop they'll call flop But I won't stop 'til nitrous ox Tops the plots that I got's And blot clots pop from allotted thoughts In all my spots time is not Space is a place not a race to chase Embrace the pace or brace for a place where your fates erased by the Occultist turned rapper Dapper, yapper, cracker Splatter chatter on a platter Scatter all this dark matter Shatter jibber jabber from you trapper whippersnappers Waitin' on ya hit, batter batter batter Waitin' on my d**h When's it gonna happen Will it even matter? Do we even matter? My life has value What does yours mean to you? [Bridge] Money is power and power corrupts I'm tryna get a dollar to see how I hold up So when I sell out and get poppy abrupt Just know I used to give a f** What what what what RAAA [Outro] Welcome to The Illusion Empire CROWLEY Behold the Mark…