Same Sides. Different.

Part 1: Same Sides

[Intro]

Hammered solutions locked away

Behind an army of firewalls

Hidden secrets to end this war of information

[Verse]

Wicked ones introducing intellectual

Twisted slums, oppressing the classical

Sessions of a curriculum known to no man

Except the 3 in 1 where omniscience is a critical science

Necessary for a perfect run

To gun down a democracy ill-equipped to handle theories

Of grand absurd conspiracies

A quick look from Mccarthyism era Americans

You’ll be seen fit to visit a loony bin

Exaggeration is one thing; truth is another

Glancing at an infected mind of a brother

Can cause a severe crevice to appear

Closer to hearts than one imagines in their deepest

Nightmares within a sunken place of apnea

Illusions strike hard, illusory truths strike harder

Killing sons and daughters in direct means

Indirectly affecting souls beyond saving fiends

Teaming teachers of common sense is a near

Impossible task to put into being

Run up the rabbit , the forums gambit digging up

All claims of ridiculous professions

Testing for media’s fangs

Giving a platform for so called insiders

Qualifying their anonymity should be seen as an attack

However, when you bust back you get labeled

As a target for wolves waiting to be slaughtered

No mercy needed for those lost souls

Standing back laughing as a group of confused fools

Rallying up a bootlickers paradise

Causing a ruckus to incite a response to then cry out

In ignorance, bloody hypocrites is all one can say

I wish some could be saved from such a stubborn state

An info-centric Daryl Davis is the only way to stop the fate

From becoming a global epidemic

Gates crashing, poles getting lit up

Across the pond our tightest bond

Is carrying on the proud legacy of liberty

Such an irony that we gotta rely on intellectual poverty

[Bridge]

A couple of lines have been defeated

Secrets revealed to be none at all

Punishing bulls is a lost cause

Part 2: Different

[Intro]

Doing the Don’s sacred work

A cause under attack from the global elite

As I catch you feasting on innocence lost

[Verse 1]

Grabbing my decaf, scrolling through feedback

Sat down lounging, reading cynical sheep-heads

Responding with collegiate paragraphs; a galaxy brain

Entailed a gift from the omniscient Q

I bring discussions of substance

Fussing lib-tards and the memorized plates on cars

All one needs to do is wake up

And take up a profession in investigating

Clear signs and make up a mind of competence

Is a consequence of seeing through the veneer

Everything to me is akin to walking out the shadow puppet cave

Bleeding demons feasting on sacrificial children

Is a crucial key to bring down the oligarchy

[Bridge]

As I’m sat here doing the work

For the savior of the free world

I seem to be getting into the heads of my relatives

[Verse 2]

A constant search operating apparatus

Finding jagged loop holes in narratives

Tied to the deep state

I’m supposed to impose a dagger of facts

Straight to the hearts and minds

Micro-chipped to blindly ignore Soros and those

Uhh…

You know the lizard people, evil to the populace

Piecing opposition verbally and physically

Who want’s to be trafficked under a comet

Especially pre-adolescent innocence

Surely the essence of sense will return

To like-minded beings of humanity?

[Bridge]

I don’t know

What I do know is that our think tank

Is being targeted by those sheeple statists

[Verse 3]

Waiting for the bomb of fraud to hit us all

Like a freight train running down a styrofoam wall

A civil war will be raging within months just you watch

The crumbling facade of this rigged democracy

Don’t try to interrupt my pow-wow of enlightenment

Just you sit and engage in discussion for your betterment

Please stop the embezzlement of my time

You need to learn proper operatives… oh my wife

Empty threats is all I hear from your foul mouth

I carry doubts too can’t you see?

Begging on my knees don’t you leave

A response of bitter truth

An impalement towards the cold proof

Why is she giving up on me Q?

Down the drain is the love of my life

In the blink of an eye