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Tetra Tarantula

Yugen Blakrok

Tetra Tarantula Lyrics

Lost in the depth of the straw man fallacy
Where none can leave a legacy
Identity quests are now aimless, roaming urban faceless
Jakes on dirty streets plead their cases and we die so state lives
Enslaving masses to master plans, blocking paths
While I trace the footsteps of the Invisible Man
Eradicating frequencies polluted by garbage
Aim to raise the turn-out for the harvest
Higher powers, noses covered in powder
Scared that winds of change bring apocalyptic showers, so they cower
With big brother schemes, tell the snitch keep his eyes peeled
Dominating media, agendas revealed
The seeds of decay planted by John Hoover
Are nightmares infiltrating the streets like Fred Kruger
Best to stay awake, the black cougar
Moves below radar, let dead rappers tell you how a bullet runs thru ya
That's why we take...

ONE for the physical, food, clothes, shelter and guns
And stay armed for when the time has come
Take TWO for the literal, in-between the syllables
Mental states are steady when the mirror faces you
And take THREE to burn trees, spiritually high steez
Chaotic spaces, manifestations of holy trinities
FOUR emotionally accounted for
Stoically staring down the enemy, we're ready for war

And for this so-called freedom
People will go against the concept of god, even the natural laws that free them
Condemn the innocent and sell them to the guilty felons
Number Game: was twenty-seven on another level
And twenty centuries deep inside a fabricated lie
The truth's like rains to a desert, at worst it's a mirage
And penitentiary philosophies where ends justify the means
Are the real cattle-killings of the twenty-first century
While crooked politicians keep campaigning for office
The vigilant determines if performance follows promise
Because law is the disguise the brute force goes by
They plant the seeds of anarchy with hands hidden by vines
And we...sip from the wine like kisses from poisoned lips
See the blind can only lead the blind into the abyss
Word to the massive, guided by petty passions
Men led by the masses never rise above six
And this is...not even time, it's only illusion since
The power of gold's uprooted our divinely chosen rulerships
So by the Second Star! I'll direct
One drop of acid in the ocean causing ripple effects
That's why we take...

ONE for the physical, food, clothes, shelter and guns
And stay armed for when the time has come
Take TWO for the literal, in-between the syllables
Mental states are steady when the mirror faces you
And take THREE to burn trees, spiritually high steez
Chaotic spaces, manifestations of holy trinities
FOUR emotionally accounted for
Stoically staring down the enemy, we're ready for war

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