Stop Buyin Them Lies

Verse One W Intro : BlumeChoon , BenEvolent -Comin soon , to take over the establishment
We need millions , millions on our team...
Steppin like weapons along with me Hackin into this machine smashin the supreme
Regime launchin rockets Huntin all false prophets diggin graves no plots dodgin crooked
cussword cops stompin evil schemes no stoppin at all costs lemme talk to the boss
about these american dreams leavin artist gasping grasping to illusion economys collapsing
they creatin more confusion fools abusin raps usin illusions n traps lies got me heated
we will not be defeated crafting disasters chaos breeders heed it elitist cussword will bleed
we the real assasins creed...

Verse Two: I pledge allegience to the underground Region heading the vengence of the
underground Legion slaying the senslessness return to essencess through ryhme rituals
and spiritual sayonces cussword gettin riches I spit like this just to exist in it persistant until
the very end we must insist dont be pretend no schmes or gimmicks bloom and me
equiped with sick beats and limmericks we dont know retreat we need to be heard
Radio mcs are absurd yall gone in a blur I hex ya false words perplexed with no breath
Death comes certain closin your curtains im hurtin em throwin dirt on em
buriang the mundane exposin hols in the game exlopldin the same ol same
let this flow in ya veins align the scopes and take aim

Verse Three: We risin from the grave no longer enslaved aimin at the nave pavlovs dog
no longer beggin at the table able to decipher truth from fables bank given out loans
now known as record labels they been sellin them lies way before cain n able divine births
in stables stories of horus from the cradle forewarned by torn pages of the ancient sages
slain prophets of truth throughout all ages stolen scrolls of knowledge they burn the proof
colleges improsin our youth istead of ornge suits ties n suitcases but let our patience
be our virtue were not afraid of you yell out the credo never obey the status quo