Prince EA - The Red Pill текст песни

Candles all around me while I'm writin' my rhymes
Like I'm summoning up spirits that have lost their lives
What's the cost of lies?
Ignorance is not bliss but it exists and thrives
And I'ma speak deliverance and shift ya minds
Changing a paradigm with a pair a lines that rhyme
A word to the wise nigga'
I'ma tell you the truth how it is
When I expose Michael Moore for the pro Bush that he is
You can't win nigga' like tryin' to fight with a ghost
I'm the best thing to happen to the booth since blacks got the right to vote
And I'm nice to quote but you wanna change my style
Use me for more cash
You niggas confuse me
Like fat bitches with no ass
All my life I never knew dough
And this rap shit I was handed
I didn't plan it like Pluto
And you know if you give up on me now then your fight is lost
I'ma tell you Jesus Christ didn't die on the cross
That's a well kept secret I heard from demons, but I'm heaven sent
My rhymes will decompose your body and make your life irrelevant
Till your nothing but Skull and Bones like most of the Presidents
Innocent Iraqis run, bullets do 'em fast
All their freedom fighters are terrorists
Depends on who you ask
The “false flag” a question of Chomsky's geopolitics
Calculated in a Free Mason's basement of the Washington obelisk
Aww shit, you ain't never seen nobody this lyrical
Christians think I'm performing one of Jesus' miracles
December 21st, 2012 Armageddon will take place
'Till then I'm gonna steal cake like TD Jakes' collection plate
I'm the best for f'ing sake but I'm catchin' hate
So I'ma catch your face and then catch ya wake
Click-clack-blow! I ended your dream
Candy wrappers get shook like vending machines
To hell's where I'm sending your team
You niggas too blind and I swear I'ma pop n shoot nines
If I gotta hear some more Dr. Seuss rhymes
I don't give a fuck about Lil' Boosie or D4L
I sent harder niggas to Satan, make 'em see more hell
Have 'em snap dance for all eternity
For puttin' their bullshit on in front of me
It's time to get the lies up and outta ya dome
It's the skinny kid pullin' the sword up outta the stone
Powerin' ya phone
GPS tracking you... Where you at?
Yeah that's the Orwellian attitude looking back at you
Clappin' ya man sparking the heat
Microchip implants in the back a ya hand
Mark of the beast
666
Nobody's stopping you
And Big Brother giving you the feeling that somebody's watching you
So I'm cocking to
Understanding the metaphysical
Everything can be proven by earthly empirical
And Galen's principle
Spherical objects in the sky, dismissed as shooting stars
Geometrically perfect like the pyramids on Mars
Motha fuckers tried to hold me back ever since I was born
But I branch off like a tree after a storm attacking at dawn
So don't even think about stopping me
I only got a few niggas
But look what happened at Thermopylae
Real niggas get it, stupid niggas don't know what I said
And for everybody else, it'll go over their heads
'Cause I'm a real mutha fucker giving you the real scoop
But the question is nigga, are you ready for the truth?