Bigg Jus - Illustrations of Hieronymus Bosch... That 1467 sh** lyrics

[Verse 1] Rag tag rebel armies of alarming proportions Grenade launching Fearless little orphans Fully dipped clerics who throw to wind caution Intel operatives who instigate holy wars and tip toeing at Fort Dietrich on a need to know basis With derelict new contagious enzymes to play with 'Cuz a well-educated prosperous nation is dangerous Walt Disney kingdom Where history comes in two flavors Blood soaked or the bloodstains cleaned up with detergent later Excuse me Miss Liberty I don't mean to be misogynist But put some lipstick on them green lips 'Cuz the truth ain't a pretty b**h In the US even Martin Luther King kept a gun at the crib So whether you a clueless ba*tard with no relations or a Malta knight with genealogy of King David You witnessing the logistics of a gun running operation By big model policy makers Intricate surveillance next to the crib placed by proxy administration Funded by drug money pushed out of us air bases S & B time hollow mountain shadow ops Nanobots who make remote control parts of global hawk Double triple agents who leave how to fly books in glove box In drunken moments left holy Qu'rans at titty strip spots [Chorus] Lune TNS The phenomenon The albatross Heavy burden around the neck depending on what side the coin falls N' I'm a old fashioned nickel slug so I always drop hard [Verse 2] Mountains of atrocities as high as the Acropolis Unfold your wretched skeletal wingspan screaming no one is stopping me Legions of minions ready to martyr themselves for college money Republican dummy Besieged with fanatical cherub Enochs at the coronation of King James pontificating Sistine Chapel look like Hieronymus Bosch paintings Where if you look closely you can see ghostly images of NORAD on 9/11 war gaming Cold heartless k**er You lack tear ducts in a broken mirror A haunted face appears of Judas in the form of Zell Miller quoting Hitler Who once said "The bigger the lie the more people likely to believe it" so nowadays these rappers spit vagina monologues 'Cuz most of them are way to p**y to say sh** Pale man You could never, ever, ever be god No matter how intricate you paint yourself in his image You just waging advanced forms of barbaric tribalism That's the stupidity War the man is never winning So gather the women and children, prophets, priests, and emen From the forgotten books of Eden Warned treachery would stem from the presidency and all the king's men So close your eyes if you're squeamish It's about to get Siegfried and Roy in here Meanin' it's good tiger eatin' So G-Man start the deprogramming sequence