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ANTI - SHEEPLE INDUSTRIES - RAP LYRIC WRITTEN BY MYSELF

 

You won’t hear what i say
Truth Detective
Time to up the anti’s
This is anti sheeple industries
Meanwhile you only go to pharmacies
They full of shit
Like the workers that pay tax
Prohibition Mafia
Will end their life’s
With the Slice of an AXE
No longer your a MAN let alone A BAT

Yeah
Yeah
Truth Detective
Rap

This for the Buddha
Nirvana & Bliss
Still you don’t give any shits
That’s not what you should be doing with your fists
Living your life Fucking around
With the Drugs
Hoes and your cars
They won’t take you to the stars

Yeah
Yeah
Truth Detective
Rap
Dark Nights
Lonely SKY’S
The Teams
And the File’s
All this Crap
Think more about your hat
You getting fat
Truth Detective Got your Back
Only if
You got the money’s
And are very rich
No be Dealing With the Devil
Or any Bitch
This for the Buddha
Nirvana & Bliss
Your weed smell’s like fucking cat piss
Literature is not one your interests
Caring only about the bliss point
The average
of the Sugar beverage’s
Addicts
Consuming them like time of the snow
Ho Ho Ho
Well Santa Claus Right here Mad
I’ve Got you Had
Need your next FIX SO BAD
The Pharma Got you Shackled MAD
You’ve been had

Still you don’t give any shits
That’s not what you should be doing with your fists
Living your life Fucking around
With the Drugs
Hoes and your cars
They won’t take you to the stars
Yeah
Yeah
Truth Detective
Rap

Hypnotized
Your Very Entertained and Sleeping like a bat
Upside down
See this Clown
The animal in the Zoo is you
Behind Class
Driving your Mercidaas
This lifestyle so bad
Mad
Insane Bad
No hope you have
Good bye for good my man

This for the Buddha
Nirvana & Bliss
Still you don’t give any shits
That’s not what you should be doing with your fists

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