Illuminati

heineken is controlling my mind again,

i'm rhyming grand, but i'm getting violent,

and i won't prevent any aggressive content,

and now i'm huntin' these motherfuckers down,

no matter if their purple, asian, white or brown,

i'm the king without a crown,

i got all these clowns duckin' to tha muthaphuckin' ground,

now i like the tune of that sound,

i smoke strain to make my mind maintain in this ice cold world gone insane,

to less the stress and pain,

in the hope to get blessed by the lord in vain,

but i never will cause i sold my soul for a starter pack of lacking skill,

all these emcees got dreams that gone beyond real,

thinking they get famous from things nobody feels,

he writes verses, he curses but he never kills,

his shit, cause he ain't shit, cause he's a pieca crap,

we don't readcha lines bitch we already know you're wack,

don't speak no mo and go smoke some crack,

cause that's the only motherfucking thing you'll ever be good at,

i'm the mercyfull, i'm hatefull and graceless,

my gun gone zombie, cause he left yah faceless,

don't try to burn me buddy, cause my style is tasteless,