Bohemian Grove Rapsody Lyrics

The battlefields real, The target is your mind

I tried to warm them all, Just go back & hear my rhymes

The truth on the Mic, I spoke it with a passion

No matter their smirks, or who I saw laughing

I hit the stage, with the fire to break them out of the cage

Dropping bombs over beats like a 12 gauge

I was scalping the tops from the peak of pyramids

Telling crowds on stage the feds were trafficking kids

I was reading Bill Cooper in a suit at a desk

Selling cigarettes to politicians who couldn't be stressed

They couldn't be bothered, they were busy passing bills

And cheering for their wars that were leaving kids killed

Lord knows, what they do behind closed doors

But I'll tell you this, they won't run away with the score

No we won't be stopped, blocked, shaken or taken

Or made to feel weak by a high level mason

Fuck your capstone and your red stone ring

Ya philosophers stone, I know what you want to bring

The serpent of secrets, The cult of the black cube

That wants our souls for their goal to rule

I got kill dozer, ready and fueled

Headed to the Georgia guide stones

Let's have a duel

I'm your huckleberry, I didn't come in peace

I came to wake them up, the worlds asleep

They think they're cute, cutting & slick

And hid it in their movies, we know Hollywood's sick

They live, the movie is real

It's a documentary, they had Epstein killed

Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body

We won't be stopped all they want is control

Illuminati want my mind soul and my body

It's a war for your heart, mind and soul

They crossed the line and kept smiling while they killed

Kids in their wars and lied on capitol hill

If it's war then it's war, they think their gods & lords

And play us all as pawns on their checkerboard floor

They were the ones, who cut down the trees

That connected us to heaven, now get down on your knees

Repent beg and plea, Nothing will save you

This is the rise of the truth & it will break you

They will face and taste their own deceit

After I burn their skull and cross bones and feel the heat

I am the spear, stuck in their all seeing eye

Tearing down their illusion & destroying their lies

E, Y, E, That's the power of self

That's what they hate the most and no they will never help

They'll sacrifice the good, the cremation of care

At Bohemian Grove & Climb 32 Stairs

From the top down view of Washington D.C

An owl on top of a pyramid that's what you'll see