(INTRO)

PEOPLE ARE ALWAYS ASKING ME:
“YO, GEMINEYE, WHAT’S YOUR ANGLE?
ARE YOU A DEVIL OR AN ANGEL?”
AND I SAY, “BOTH”—
AS I CONTINUE TO BLAME THE KNIGHTS TEMPLAR, AND THE HOSPITALLERS;
THE REAL REASON. NEW YORK LOST THEIR TOWERS.

(VERSE 1)

DON’T SIT BACK, OR HESITATE TO REACT;
TO THE IMPACT, MANY TAKING A NAP.
IN FACT, THEY WOULD FAKE AN ATTACK;
TO MAKE WAY, FOR THE PATRIOT ACT.
SOME SAY, "HEY, IT AIN'T SAFE TO SAY THAT,"
BUT IT’S THE SAME GAME, DIFFERENT NAME ON THE MAP;
AS THEY PLACE BLAME, AND THEY AIM AT IRAQ.
IT’S A DAMN SHAME, 'CAUSE THEY NEVER CLAIMED THE HIJACK.

FOLLOWING THE FIDDLE, ONE WOULD HAVE FOUND NERO;
THE TOWN HERO, RESPONSIBLE FOR GROUND ZERO. OBJECTS IN THE MIRROR, ARE CLOSER THAN THEY APPEAR, SO
CLEAR YOUR EARS, TO HEAR THE SOUND OF FEAR GROW. BEWARE THE EAGLE, THE DRAGON, AND THEIR EGO;
AND FOOTAGE THAT THEY SHOW THAT WE ARE FORCED TO SEE SLOW.
PERSECUTED AND DISPUTED BECAUSE OF WHAT WE KNOW;
THE STRINGS, THAT CONTROL THESE KINGS, COME FROM BELOW.

OBSERVE THE NERVE, OF THIS DARK HEART GOVERNMENT;
THINKING THEY COULD AVOID A SPARK WITH AN OVEN MITT.
WALK RIGHT UP, TAKE THE ARK OF THE COVENANT; THEIR CARDS HAVE BEEN PULLED BY THIS SHARK, AND I’M LOVING IT.

LOOK HARD, AND YOU WILL FIND SEVEN;
HEADS OF THE BEAST BEHIND NINE ELEVEN.
WRAPPED IN FINE LINEN, EVEN JOHN LENNON; COULDN’T IMAGINE, THIS MODERN ARMAGEDDON.

(CHORUS)

WE’VE BEEN AMBUSHED, PUSHED TO THE EDGE; PERSECUTED 'CAUSE WE DISPUTED TO KNOW THE LEDGE. PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE?
NOT EVEN IF THE WORLD STOPS TURNING;

NEVER TRUST A BUSH UNLESS IT’S BURNING.

WE’VE ALL BEEN AMBUSHED, PUSHED TO THE EDGE; PERSECUTED 'CAUSE WE DISPUTED TO KNOW THE LEDGE. PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE?
NOT EVEN IF THE WORLD STOPS TURNING.

NEVER TRUST A BUSH UNLESS IT’S BURNING.

(BRIDGE)

THERE IS A CHANCE, THAT THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES, TO USE THIS DISASTER, TO CARRY OUT WHAT HIS FATHER... A PHRASE HIS FATHER USED, I THINK ONLY ONCE, AND HASN’T BEEN USED SINCE;
AND THAT IS A NEW WORLD ORDER.

(VERSE 2)

FROM JUNIOR TO SENIOR TO GRANDPA PRESCOTT;
TO THE NAZI MOUSE HOUSE AND ITS CENTER AT EPCOT. LET’S NOT, FORGET THEIR MESSED-UP MASCOT;
SKULL AND BONES DIGGING UP GERONIMO’S REST SPOT. THESE FALLEN THRONES, ARE NOT ALONE, IN THEIR OBSESSED PLOT;
THESE GARDEN GNOMES, ARE A PART OF ROME, SO I’LL TAKE MY BEST SHOT.
WITH THEIR HEART OF STONES, THEY ARE PRONE, TO NEVER GET CAUGHT;
AS THEY RECORD PHONE DETAILS, AND EMAILS, ON THEIR DESKTOP.

MANY BE GROWING UP GOTTI, LIKE MAYOR GIULIANI, PRACTICING KARATE WITH THE ILLUMINATI.
A TONTO KEMOSABI WHO’S QUICK TO KILL SOMEBODY
FOR THE LOVE OF MUD HONEY OR A LITTLE BLOOD MONEY.
I DON’T FIND THESE THUGS FUNNY, THEY’D SELL DRUGS TO BUGS BUNNY;
NOT THAT IT’S ANY OF MY BIZ, OR THAT I AM HIS, OR DAFFY DUCK'S BUDDY.
I’M JUST TIRED OF WHEN THEY LAUGH AT ME, AND WHAT MY DREADLOCKS STUDY;
WHEN THEY’VE KILLED TINY CHILDREN, AND LEFT MANY BUILDIN’ BLOCKS BLOODY.

WITH THEIR SQUARE AND THEIR COMPASS AND THEIR ALMANAC;
ARE YOU AWARE THAT THEY ARE AMONGST US AND IT’S ALL AN ACT?
SEMJASA AND AZAZEL HAVE NOW COME CRAWLING BACK, AND DROVE, TO BOHEMIAN GROVE, DRESSED ALL IN BLACK.
A SERPENT KING, WORSHIPPING, A STONE OWL;
THE DRAGON, RONALD REAGAN, AND COLIN POWELL. FLIPPING SCRIPTURE LIKE VANNA WHITE, SHOWING A VOWEL;
WE HAVE TO PLAN TO FIGHT, AND NEVER THROW IN THE TOWEL.

(CHORUS)

WE’VE BEEN AMBUSHED, PUSHED TO THE EDGE; PERSECUTED 'CAUSE WE DISPUTED TO KNOW THE LEDGE. PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE?
NOT EVEN IF THE WORLD STOPS TURNING.

NEVER TRUST A BUSH UNLESS IT’S BURNING.

WE’VE ALL BEEN AMBUSHED, PUSHED TO THE EDGE; PERSECUTED 'CAUSE WE DISPUTED TO KNOW THE LEDGE. PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE? NOT EVEN IF THE WORLD STOPS TURNING.

NEVER TRUST A BUSH UNLESS IT’S BURNING.

(OUTRO)

“REMEMBER THIS: YOUR GOVERNMENT FUNDED AND TRAINED AL-QAEDA…”