[Verse 1] He passed the blunt in the name of paying homage to ancient knowledge I bluntly passed and said our forefathers would not acknowledge The self-destructive lifestyle we living goes against common logic But fuck it, we be on it constant like the Project In a world where fast money's the object Because it leads to sex and other ungodly conquests How you finna tell a nigga there ain't no illuminati? It's simple: you get your power quick, just gotta sell your body, or your soul.. That's if the media ain't taken it already They deadly, they take your head and run it through with a machete So now your bran's screwed, it's all about being cool And 'fuck rules', false 'I love you's and everything new Just imagine if I own an iPhone And if I don't get the new nice one, my life's gone Keep in mind I've owned every version since its inception Your mind's under possession of the corporate deception [Hook] [Verse 2] School and I never saw eye-to-eye like iris The principle's I'll get more pupils if I'm on my third eye shit But they, would rather censor me, the truth must be their enemy Like: "stop asking smart questions; that's stupidity" Oh really? Well I apologize for my higher mind The only solid element on the rise like iodine Though I ain't dying anytime soon This my reign of terror, bout to bring the fucking monsoon to these goons Then the white man lie that every innovator must have been bleached But you accept it cause the falsehood's been rooted so deep You mention Afrocentrism, they tell a nigger "don't speak" Well I seek, the true skin colour of Adam & Eve The end of the world's coming, now they all wanna be holy Now they wanna party with G-O-D Well, I pray to God that Jesus got a soft spot for these hypocrites Cause the way I see it, these niggas ain't getting shit [Hook] [Verse 3] It's too soon to be acting like Illuminati But when I'm thirty, triangles and dead bodies We be chasing the dollar sign upon which lies The riddle riddled pyramid eye, Free Mason ties Starting a fire like Cremation Which is to raise the stakes or meet your maker like Creation ...(business, religion) ... Funny, last week I saw my pastor at the strip club Today his sermon's bout how everybody need to get love Our God, Allah and Jah are the same Ancient hate smothered the brotherhood and made us place the blame ... I'm guessing you and I both know even the truth's a lie Living in a super paradigm where only few survive ... Might as well go for suicide (gunshot)