Viva la Rebellion
I got the keys to The Kingdom
Waiting for the right time to click the handle
West to the Eastside
Fear no wrong
We gon kick the anthem
Feel me on the get down
Nic nac patty wac give my dogs a real stack
In the battle ground
Seen on top
Don’t get no louder now
Hands on the hot sauce
Who you gon call when you flip the boss off?
What a blasphemous twat she is
Mother of swine
Herder of pigs
She thinks she’s so special
Her bountiful trough
Legs wide open to all of her flock
She rivals Mount Zion with her two-timing beast
Luring peasants with wine-and-dine feasts
Hierarchical civilization began 6,000 years ago. 6,000 years of Prophesy against this wicked system of things ended in 1874. Since then, history has witnessed the most all-consuming wars of all times, revolving around a Christian/Jewish Zionist conspiracy to expropriate the land of Israel and hold dominion over all the Scriptural lands that were Prophesied to ruin, time and time again. We are in the dawn of the Last Day (1,000 years) when the authority of man (Satan) will be annihilated, and the truth will set us free from this wicked system.
I summon the Prophets, the Kings, and the Saints
I summon the meek, the wise, and the lame
I summon you all to remember who you are
I summon you to preach the Second Coming near and far
For you are the Truth, the Way and the Light
The Messiah is in you, and you are The Messiah
I’m working on my first post about the Scriptures titled, “The Church and the State are Prophesied to Ruin,” and my once overwhelming passion for Scripture is flooding back into every orifice of my being. At one point in life, I was obsessed with Scripture, poring through every book, connecting the puzzle pieces into one mindblowingly prophetic epiphany.
Judgment Day is near for all the godless nations
As you have done, so it will be done to you
The boomerang is coming to pillage your coup
Just as they partied on God’s holy mountain
All the godless nations will drink the wrath of God
They’ll drink and drink and drink
They’ll drink themselves to death
Tread lightly the sight of the devil’s spawn Narrow your gaze upon the throne Frivolous wares and fruitless words A covetous snare for every filthy bird So beautifully stunning Tasers of light Enchant the beholders Cripple their sight All for themAnd them for noneThe devil’s spawn are on the run They know their time is […]
This is not a joke
And it’s not an illusion
This is not a coincidence
And it’s not collusion
This is the real deal baby
We’re gonna light the fire
Please, just let it be
My one heart’s desire
You are the lock
And I Am the key
I want to open that door
So please
Just let it be
Am I justified in this?
Do I put my ride on this?
Can I escape the trap if I don’t own my rap?
Can I remove the gutter in my mind
Hear the thunder
And then like lightening speed…
Can I take a crack?
At the White Man’s back?
Reclaim the game…
And the blind man’s smack-a-stack
How many species died for your designer shoes? And…
How many children cried for your expensive jewels? And…
I look around and wonder why the darkness never fades
You walk around and never wonder how your airs pervades
Your vanity has tolled its price
You filled your cup and had your slice
The game is over
Your reign is through
You’re gonna get what’s coming to you
You think it’s cool to thrive off jealousy
You act a fool while sippin Hennessey
Just what you do, I’m sure you’ll never see… DAMN!
In your eyes you’re SuperSized
You’ll never realize
You’re hypnotized by his disguise
You fall for all his lies
What the kunt?
What a mut
What a filthy, smelly bitch
What burden on my side
What a fight that I can’t win
As a dog returns to his vomit
So the fool repeats his folly
Then he chases his own tail
Bites his ass
Then tries again
