Confucius MC, Strange U and Lee Scott - Cicada 3301

The moment that I put an ear to the beat was an omen The doorway to perception was opened
Stepped in it broken
Now the fully formed figure remains
Accepted the coaching Stepped in clear headed Then he exited smoking Time is running out
I keep trying to cut the bunnin' down
But times are pretty low in London Town
So I light a little Lemon
Stay adjacent to the underground
And watch the fakes run around
When the sun is down
And when the sun is up
Misguided little kids out run amuck
Crying out for a voice
But no one's done enough
Hustle hard for some choices they can muster up Bust a gut through this cluster fuck
The so-and-sos
And the such-and-such
For some of us the shit is much too much
So we look for real stuff to touch
Before the dust to dust
Could change something if we trust in us

The moment I put my voice on the beat You were frozen
The Necronomicon holding
I've gone Golden like Frieza
Hold the beats like Ike and Tina It's nice to meet ya
Here in life's arena
But now I'm sat here
Inside the speaker
Catch my words like The Preacher
I'm Jesse Custer
You're the wide receiver
My mind resides inside the 9 Ether Realm

The language they speak
Only a live Elohim can tell
You see the cell?
The prison of man's mind
All the roads lead to the extinction of mankind I'd get my head in the game
If I had the time
But for now
I'm stuck in this 9-to-5 pantomime
What the apple?
My life has gone Bizarro
What's next?
Back of the neck
Scanners on the barcode
I'm ready for the cybernetic implants Until then
I'm cool with these hypothetic skin grafts

Motivate
Kill the world while we procreate
And fight over the gross estate
All we're left with is an empty bag of tricks
And a roll of tape
For any open mouths cos there's no debate now Throw your weight around
I just hold mine
Resting on me laurels
Like I'm sitting on a goldmine
Legs dangling over the edge
Spit and whoever it hits
Let's cancel em
Even if it seems wrong after
No one gives a shit bitch
Be gone faster
As long as the people are still fallin' at me feet Like a Qigong master
I'll be sippin' this liquor contented
Dissin' ya cause ya whip isn't rented Comfortable in yourself then I assume?
Trippin' over me dick as I entered the room
There is currently nothing to suggest that the true motive of Cicada 3301 Is about to be revealed
But if it does turn out to be a new way of recruiting spies
It seems that aside from a knowledge of cryptography
The darknet
And coding
Future Intelligence Agents
Also need to know the works of famed occultist Alistair Crowley
And socialist artist and poet
William Blake

Written by:
Charles Cocheteau, Lee Lewis, Obi Adibuah, William Carabine-Glean

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing

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