Ill-uminati
To the Industy
They say the love of money is the root of all evil,
But it’s funny - cause it’s our only esile.
The only thing that holds us up
What puts juice in ya kid’s cup
What puts food on the table & what cuts off the cable
I’m preaching all the non-fiction - this aint no fable.
It makes everything able - or possible
I call it out like an audible
Wierd the government’s unstoppable
Now that seems like probable - cause
For citizens to investigate
Why do we have an airport with temples for future dates?
What’s really in outer space?
Everything we see is maced & all we hear is laced.
It’s really a closed case but over looked like a face
Illuminati has messages all over the place.
The Industry - a dirty hamper
Closed inside but I want answers
Like what the fucks the cure to cancer?
Aren’t we all waiting outside like a black Friday camper?
I’m getting deeper & damper.
Right to the core
Why did Michael Jackson die before the other four?
I mean they were the Jackson 5 - but wasn’t he the most live?
Was it really the meds or a plan in someone’s head?
This rap won’t be on the radio because of the feds
Hip Hop is dead
And I’m real with everything that I’ve said
