J.J. Demon - MC MKULTRA

Hold up. Big hand like Fidel in Angola.
Sadam in the sand, I was holed up.
MC MKULTRA. What's ultra?
Hold up. How many men got shot for your cola?
Kennedy drop top doing donuts
MC MKULTRA. For the culture

And I'm on you. Hit you with the ghost gun, haunt you
What good is the road if it brought you, to the land of the scams and the awful?
We unlawful
Vagrants. Dipping central intelligence agents. Put the felon in
Relevant databases made to trace us
Eating peanuts in the elephant cages
It's a network. Hang em out to dry like a wet shirt.
Hand out the ride with the Heckler. Show a bitch how we handle the hecklers
Do the wet work
Pressure's on in the palm of the expert
6-shooter cocked, I'm a western man
That'll leave you on the lawn with your mans and your sweatshirt
You wanna expand? Go westward

Hold up. Big hand like Fidel in Angola.
Sadam in the sand, I was holed up.
MC MKULTRA. What's ultra?
Hold up. How many men got shot for your cola?
Kennedy drop top doing donuts
MC MKULTRA. For the culture

Big bank. Who you think pays for them think tanks?
We're all caught in a chamber of echoing counterrevolutionary thought til the next Big Bang
And I'm reading Hobsbawm lost on the train while my name rings
Cops on the force getting paid to do Nanking
Violent crime unit moving into your community looking for violent criminals knowing they do the same thing
Animus. Street sweep broom, I'm the janitor.
Aim for your head, hit your handler.
And a judge WHAT? Just straight called me an animal
And I got felonies. I can't go to Canada
Hmm man I'm good, I'm the sneak thief
Roll Backwoods of the leak leak
Dustin off, grab your diamonds
Send your nerd ass to meet Screech
North Philly badlands hyphen
West Philly Norristown white kid
Born and raised near the Fresh Prince
Guess who he got in that little fight with (me)
The worst people in the world to the rescue
Death squads, guinea pigs, Gods in a test tube
Short stocks on the 9/11 planes
The CIA never did nothing to protect you (nothing)

Hold up. Big hand like Fidel in Angola.
Sadam in the sand, I was holed up.
MC MKULTRA. What's ultra?
Hold up. How many men got shot for your cola?
Kennedy drop top doing donuts
MC MKULTRA. For the culture
Hold up. Big hand like Fidel in Angola.
Sadam in the sand, I was holed up.
MC MKULTRA. What's ultra?
Hold up. How many men got shot for your cola?
Kennedy drop top doing donuts
MC MKULTRA. It's a culture

Rest in the nest of the cobras
Demanding the land from their owners
Strapped like Pattinson in The Rover
Deep state term never over, It's a culture
We're all just bones for the vultures, It's a culture
In Venezuela they got to your chauffer, it's a culture

Written by:
John Shinners

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