Tetra Tarantula - Yugen Blakrok

Lost in the depth of the straw man fallacy

Where none can leave a legacy

Identity quests are now aimless, roaming urban faceless

Jakes on dirty streets plead their cases and we die so state lives

Enslaving masses to master plans, blocking paths

While I trace the footsteps of the Invisible Man

Eradicating frequencies polluted by garbage

Aim to raise the turn-out for the harvest

Higher powers, noses covered in powder

Scared that winds of change bring apocalyptic showers, so they cower

With big brother schemes, tell the snitch keep his eyes peeled

Dominating media, agendas revealed

The seeds of decay planted by John Hoover

Are nightmares infiltrating the streets like Fred Kruger

Best to stay awake, the black cougar

Moves below radar, let dead rappers tell you how a bullet runs thru ya

That’s why we take…

ONE for the physical, food, clothes, shelter and guns

And stay armed for when the time has come

Take TWO for the literal, in-between the syllables

Mental states are steady when the mirror faces you

And take THREE to burn trees, spiritually high steez

Chaotic spaces, manifestations of holy trinities

FOUR emotionally accounted for

Stoically staring down the enemy, we’re ready for war

And for this so-called freedom

People will go against the concept of god, even the natural laws that free them

Condemn the innocent and sell them to the guilty felons

Number Game: was twenty-seven on another level

And twenty centuries deep inside a fabricated lie

The truth’s like rains to a desert, at worst it’s a mirage

And penitentiary philosophies where ends justify the means

Are the real cattle-killings of the twenty-first century

While crooked politicians keep campaigning for office

The vigilant determines if performance follows promise

Because law is the disguise the brute force goes by

They plant the seeds of anarchy with hands hidden by vines

And we… sip from the wine like kisses from poisoned lips

See the blind can only lead the blind into the abyss

Word to the massive, guided by petty passions

Men led by the masses never rise above six

And this is… not even time, it’s only illusion since

The power of gold’s uprooted our divinely chosen rulerships

So by the Second Star!

I’ll direct

One drop of acid in the ocean causing ripple effects

That’s why we take…

ONE for the physical, food, clothes, shelter and guns

And stay armed for when the time has come

Take TWO for the literal, in-between the syllables

Mental states are steady when the mirror faces you

And take THREE to burn trees, spiritually high steez

Chaotic spaces, manifestations of holy trinities

FOUR emotionally accounted for

Stoically staring down the enemy, we’re ready for war