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bliss & gray matters - 11-22-63 كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: gray matters]
wake up and smell the daffodils
it’s about to get real like cannes films
these social justice shills with coexist stickers on they shields won’t stand still ’til all the grass fields turn to landfills
take the red pill and follow the bread trail down the rabbit hole of deception and blood spill
capitol hill, where lips stay sealed, secrets aren’t revealed and rats get k!lled
so while you’re in the club, twerking for bills, i suggest you start working on your prepping sk!lls
you know the deal
fema camps being built
secret military drills
the beast is in they grill
they treat us like sheeps on treadmills, who get sweeped by sleeper cells, just to end up as another number
it’s getting hotter every summer
i hope you save up extra batteries, bump my tape in your bunker
‘cause helter skelter will have you screaming for help, once all the hamburger helper comes flying off the shelf
eyes wide shut, minds stay closed
thugs sipping rosé in every picture pose
os filled with ‘dro
got you putting fire to more white owls than black robes at the bohemian grove

[verse 2: bliss]
yo, i’m diametrically opposed to that cold sheep_herding, [?]_worshipping [?] and that baphomet goat
here, hold my coat as i reach
i’m tearing throats
secret service murdered jfk for the realest sh_t he ever wrote
i do invoke legendary prophets who died before
the message was broke, decode for slowpokes
stroking egos for souls plated in gold, this game is so cold
n_z_ bases in antarctic poles
so what you hiding for under them bunkers on the thirteenth floor?
holographic matrix hardcore
talking to them drones is like pulling t__th through a whale’s blowhole
it’s a no_go like a solo in a sea of minnow
only dead fish go with the flow though so i’m breeding knowledge
summon truth through floorboards, like rosemary’s gargoth
time_travel through your minds like john titor
got two b_tches like john ritter
a psalm_spitter
my palm flitters
i’m crying glitters off wing tips and distinct hymns with clips are fringes of sciences
appliances keep us trapped in our devices
look at me, i’m lifing
but we don’t even question the people that we wifing
they siphon our lives into crystal skulls at satanic rituals underneath daycares at mcmartin trials
k!ll pedophiles with [?] wild styles
condemn them to the hottest fires as my mind compiles x_files ’til your mind retires

- bliss gray matters

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