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tony moon - tales from the time loop كلمات الأغنية

agents raided my place and discovered schematics related
to blood electrification in my bas-m-nt
i was high as african nation inflation
when i sensed their angst and fled straight fer my sp-ceship
cause cases where i stay is laced wit information
exposing alpha draconian enslavement, and masons
sound systems that found rhythms ancient and sacred
wavelengths meant to aid in transcendin this plane kid
i hopped in the c-ckpit, got the proper wattage
to operate the inertia blocker locked in
i’m still a novice pilot, i just got this
from a donor who wants to keep his ident-ty private
the all-seein-eye’s sendin their spies in like if
i’m high, they might catch my attention divided
and energy slight, and i sensed ’em in time and
ascend to the sky in the wink of an eyelid
feelin boss in my saucer, so i twist up my spliff
wonderin why pigs ran into my crib like this
i let the doobie burn slow, cruisin the worm hole…
thinkin there musta been a snitch, but who it the turncoat?
worse, though, the agents? who do that work fo’?
can’t be government…they hacked the code in that verse yo
and found the coordinates to my place on this earth’s globe
they must be ad hoc, black ops, lurkin to murk ton’
workin for the zeta reticulans…its sickenin
how greys’ genetics have been infected by the reptilians
and now they send their lackeys to catch me, i’m in the thick of it
it musta been the music, too many people were listenin
i broke down tuskeegee’s experimentin wit syphillis
rex-84 and fema camps they wanna stick us in
deliberately deceptive images, rfid chippin imminence
the venus project and it’s significance
the words stirred up too many political dissodents
and the elite can’t stand to see anti-indifference
but bygone is bygone, and i’m on to my next move
zion’s relying on my finding some refuge
eyes gl-ssy as a test tube
i decide to try this guy i’m told in a tight spot to jet to
you see, the revolution depends on it
and confiscation of my tapes and crates could put an end to it
my craft re-enters our dimension and…
i’m dispensed within an instant into an arctic winter wind to meet this gentlemen
all i know is he’s an indigionous inuit
spiritually in tune, and similar in sentiment
i felt his presence from within the ship
peeped a discrete ice cave to leave the whip in it
the blizzard is a perfect cover…i move to the mouth of the cave
i see smoke and through the snow shroud there’s a blazing flame
i wish i coulda packed for the weather, even a sweater
but f-ck it, it’s presently or it’s never. can’t sleep and can’t let up
i’m on a mission like it’s v for vendetta
and this guy, he could be the key to forever. eager as ever
i approach, and by the fire there’s an igloo
and just then the snow stopped and the fire did too
and eerie calm fell on the area, and eerier, the sky was ecru
i yelled out for the guy to step through
it was quiet as deaf school…then i heard a whisper say
“state your name a purpose and step into the entry way”
i said “i’m tony moon and i’m wit the revolution…
and that there was a problem that could use some retribution
see, spiritual music is what i spit to populous
my project was part of the 2012 shift of consciousness
the greys have taken off with it…the deadlines approachin…
and i just need a place to get my head right and focus…
a mutual scrupulous friend said i should go get
an eskimo who lives here if ever i’m hopeless
i hope you can help yo.” i stepped through the threshold
into some sess smoke. i heard him say “my name is echo”
and there he was in meditation…he said this day was destined divination
fated to happen, and that it should be celebrated
he said he know my intentions before they were ever stated
that i was in danger, and was blessed to make it
cause the shapeshiftin…reptiles know where your sp-ceship is
and wouldn’t hesitate to make this trip
so he said he has to make this quick, p-ssed the haze he lit
and asked me if i’m ready to save this sh-t
i nodded and he paused. he had a pestil and a mortar in his palm…
said taste the paste and the problem would be solved
i swallow it and fall into a trance, glancin at mandalas on the wall
then in my mind i heard a call
it said “the past isn’t permanent. dash through the firmament.”
then, remotely, i saw the lab where they burnt my sh-t
then i saw my past self with hash in a burning spliff
as the agents were planning to sn-tch up my verbiage
i grabbed my attention, i told me to dash and then board the ship
i guess thats how i knew that the fascists were lurkin ‘n
the time loop was making sense. my mind could reshape events
if i could just take the trip to myself in ’86
or circa ’09…wit tony murkin dope rhymes
and prevent writin the code in that verses 4th line…
as i travel back though, visions of a craft hold-in
lizards in the hatch, show they’re fixed on where i’m at so
time is of the essence. breathless, i inhale
gotta focus, can’t stress the flesh ingesters with scales
then finally i see myself, high and writing
right at the time i’m penning the line that smites me
i urge myself against it, like “this sh-t’ll get you pinched” and
sent my intuition vivid descriptions of the mission
told him to “spit it and make sure that they listen
cause this sh-t is dependin on us to fix it”, and he gets it
now my high is coming down. n0body is around
i am on the ground lying in the tundra now
next to my ship almost to woozy to stand
so now i guess it’s revolution as planned. the past moon understands
our stanzas are scrutinized by a ruthless clan
but needed for the evolution of man. he can’t
reveal his secret hiding place to keep the freedom fighters safe
they gotta find a new rendezvous if they can
like maybe that peruvian camp…
but f-ck it whatever they did is done, it’s back to the future at hand
i evaded the raid and my location remains
secret, and i can get away from this place
matter displaced…re-penetration of sp-ce..and blaze on the way
reflecting on the implications of the day with my haze
not far and i’m back at my haven and base
and everything in my bas-m-nt is safe
d-mn i wish i had another taste of that paste to take me away
and warn y’all about this alien race…
but now we’re approaching the awakening’s date
i can’t afford to make a mistake. these are the greatest of stakes
time to say goodbye to the day of the slaves…
’til next time unless they tap my radio waves…

- tony moon

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