Now what you hear is not a test
I'm rapping to the beat not to impress
I try to express and invest in text
And perplex those minds I find with stress
Woooosaaaa people hair, like Medusa
Slither all up in your face but won’t move you
Stone man, last long like a stone stand
Got to aim high, even Jesus was stoned man
'Yeshua ben Yosef'
His real name, in case you didn't notice
Religion should teach like love and hope it's
Kind of changed now we think of explosives
(Boom) A suicide bomber, extremist, follower
Coming up in coroners, no heaven for the mortar'ers
Just hell in the corridors
Of White House, parliament, ideals thrown onto us
Set your alarm it's time to wake up
We're stuck in the middle of drivel and all judge
Truth is a riddle but simple it shows up
We all just look, listen, learn, touch
Hurt, shows we fail so much
Since birth, manipulated on earth
We, lost, touch
I want change, I'm not talking pennies
Raised in a system that made us all enemies
Placed in a group to divide I'm telling you
Together we'd be strong (stronger than this anyway)
If you’re different, like for instance
Every fingerprint in entire existence
Why do we choose to feel blue and distant?
When really I'm you, you’re me, no difference
Imprint, made in the path of life
Is like, leaving your mark on the page you write
You’re right to do that, and express your plight
Or fight for a life you like it's in sight
(Hold tight) like the hug from a loved one
Light shines bright, darkness is a punk son
Chuck them ones saying tons of bad stuff
It's our turn, us humans, we had enough
(It's our turn, us people, we had enough)
Set your alarm it's time to wake up
We're stuck in the middle of drivel and all judge
Truth is a riddle but simple it shows up
We all just look, listen, learn, touch
Hurt, shows we fail so much
Since birth, manipulated on earth
We, lost, touch
In the thirtieth year, fifth day, fourth month
On the Khabur River Ezekiel's looks up
What can't be described, brushed aside, is thus:
Whirlwind portal opens broken sky in the North
And what descends, isn't men but shaped in the like
On a craft, from a path, of the heavens at night
But what he writes from his sight, ain't God it might
Better help describe; meeting Alien life
The Bible is science
It's all metaphor and a mix of lying
It's also based on many books before it
Tarot cards, hieroglyphics, mixed up and broken
Choking on lies and deceitful cancer
Misinformation from the slave race masters
Temple of Abydos, is one with answers
Helicopter carved in spaceship; Futurama
Set your alarm it's time to wake up
We're stuck in the middle of drivel and all judge
Truth is a riddle but simple it shows up
We all just look, listen, learn, touch
Hurt, shows we fail so much
Since birth, manipulated on earth
We, lost, touch
