The Adversary

[Verse 1: JFKray]

I heard breathing keys but still made this happen

We raid the third world like aye aye captain

Metal plated hearts standing in a pastiche

That sleekly get away with a mile wide niche

Sheesh, and made it big from a little boy

Then give Iran a soundtrack of their missile toys

Drop the bomb that shocked the world thrice and not bar consequence

Even the kings would be put in a sarcophagus

Then frame Russia to blame for your duffer

The last face you see before death will be an usher

Loose and cold, the test won't be long, one - two

Truth be told I'm just dropping bombs on you

Radioactive, lethally spreading when I'm on

Breaking down MCs two sieverts I go and it ain't wrong

MK ultra's aged 50 years, imagine it now

Vultures picking our brains until we fathom to bow

And go under 6 feet deep submerged in liquid

Falling in a tunnel the spirit's gifted

Watch the shapes go by for eternity

Until your mind fights to become it's own adversary

Our 3rd eye's puny in size with the wider

Only bump into me in a hadron collider

Explore the galaxy in valency or agony

But the feds try and confine your fantasy strategy

I create shit brighter than whatever your grades are

The universe lighter combine with a quasar

As my thoughts get sucked to a black hole

To find dense fucked and dark to plant a flag pole

Then come back to spag bol

And get tossed aside on the mic like a ragdoll

Infinite expansion across the multiverse

To a place in a mansion with a lady and a bulky purse

Who rocks a clock on the right hand with diamonds

And cocks a Glock sinister pointing at owners of the islands

Got a shot right here

But fear of doom soon consumes her and she tears

Arms shake and tremble she wants to die last instead

She misses and the bullets fly past his head

Zooming through wormholes seeing it all

Viewing the same pictures and everyday fall

Discovering new waves to control the mind

Becoming new slaves that patrol behind

So find a way to break the speed of light

Cause dark might travel faster through fear at night

That's the way we get the memo

Not through positivity but death and escrow

I wonder will the lower class ever learn

To ponder if they see the truth that they better turn?

Imagine this from the POV of a solopsist

The brain at the bottom of a food chain whilst monarchist

25 crown and a dream  it seems

I find gold and sew up the game with my seed

To make food for thought till the day i get caught

And get thrown in jail for selling a plant that they bought

A pyramid that sees us the idea was genius

I got a fair O in my bank through Jesus

So I thank the lord and keep my head down working for his plan

At minimum wage as his swords behead Afghanistan

That's the day I ran back and figured out the truth

And this way i can slack but stay about the booth

If we knew what the feds did they say we'd lynch em

Isn't that convincing to end even those that hang with em

The government control the amount of crack sold

So they posses the souls and and all the black gold