Preservatives and additives derived, synthetic sources
body becomes the same as your mind slowly divorces
the force is sending humans into a plastic state
pretty soon it's irreversible, you'll reach the drastic fate
plastic card slavery with plastic body symmetry
I only deal with natural food, the devil cannot limit me
the ultimate result of genome alteration
novel invented warfare, homes in altercations
altered states impact the endings of our nerves
meanwhile the sidewinding serpent moves in swerves
serving morphine and opiates to dull the lasting trauma
more fiends and hopelessness to mull the lasting drama
standing amongst the ruins aof empires once admired
vanquished to relinquish our original hard wire
Fard fire spits from my lips, bullets out of barrels
holsterred by my mind and not attached to hip apparel
freedom
whoa freedom
freedom over me
before i'll be a slave
I'll be buried in my grave
high tech rhymes, repetitive fire like tek 9s
born in a technical age
matrix, binary numerals, technical page
stoic faces mask the burning heat from our rage
each mc is a sage
we send the vibrations to reverse your deprivation
you are the prized nation, I rise facin the sun
93 million miles, tracin the one
then expand to sirius B, I'm serious beyond borders
I pee on peons, those who unfurl the new world order
the devil, his forces, and alignment's set in place
level his courses, assignment's let in grace
and mercy, leeway period coming to a close
bullet freeway myriad humming through ya clothes
fallin one by one, more get the callin one by one
fathers leave seeds planted, growing son by sun
one day maybe my son won't have to battle the evil forces
and the sun will fry the corpses as the heat rises and scorches
we'll emerge from the underground, triumphant, bearing torches
freedom
whoa freedom
freedom over me
before i'll be a slave
I'll be buried in my grave
I pour libations, why Bush lied to the nation
because it's to the east that some righteous be facin
pollution from out of control consumption and production
vacuous minds vacate substance more than suction
build powers holding up progression of the herd
the ten per cent molding a profession from a turd
sometimes he prefers crack or the love of paper packs
if we to rewind, we'd find NONE this caper lacks
clandestine movements, weaponry, new shit
erasing through genocide, our blood, so we can't prove it
when we try to trace our roots, we get stopped at the branches
that's proof enough of the devilish advances
my divine mind shines 93 million miles
my court reporter's recorded 93 million files
93 million trials missed by conventional means
93 million convictions intentionally clean
how else could these accused rapist, murderers be Prez
unless they're just the ornamental heads dispensing the Pez
freedom
whoa freedom
freedom over me
before i'll be a slave
I'll be buried in my grave
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