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1.	VTRO 00:49		buy track
2.	Verbal Terrorist (free) 03:12	lyrics	download
Verbal Terrorist I'm like a scud missile on a mission, straight hitting the target, look what you done started. It’s like World War III you step to the VT, you step into a lyrical war zone, the verbal bullets, the rap is strapped so cock it back and pull it, unleash the beast from back east. Fuck cops; fuck police, what's next a military industrial complex? This is not a contest, godless, fearless to blind to hear this, so you fear this. Cling to the crap, that's part of the trap, discuses the facts, mix the fiction with tradition, to control the vision of the planet, reprimanded, slap your ass left handed. You been branded, death fire desire expire born of liars born of fire, Lucifer for hire, bird on a wire, corporate messiah. Verbal Terrorist rhymes are felony crimes; Verbal Terrorist rhymes will open your mind. Labeled a domestic terrorist for the way that I spit, the way that I rip, the way that I incite, ignite like dynamite in a pipe bomb, set for explosion. The truth that I’m exposing, awaking those dozing, the mystery has been swept away. The goy are left with nothing to say, faith has decayed and with that your fate has corroded, left hopeless who's to notice a god that's thrown less? Hocus pocus, holy erosion your religion's homeless, there’s nowhere to run nowhere to hide. There's no two sides, the cup is not half full, it’s straight up empty, and we’re all renting and leasing, while some are barley eating, there's a few feasting. Off of the many that haven't a penny, so let's stop pretending on this scripted ending. Verbal Terrorist rhymes are felony crimes; Verbal Terrorist rhymes will open your mind. A Deceleration to the delegation, about the demoralization, depopulation, the foundation a fabrication, police station pre-occupation, preparation for the tribunalzations. Vaccinations, strangulation, defamation of all nations, salvation, start the debating, secret government laying in waiting. Bring all the hate you got because they got a lot more, they’ll kick in your door, blow up your whole hood block, straight no knock; you can’t call a cop on a cop, That’s like putting your shoes under your sox's, small pox in a box, delivered to your door step, Verbal Terrorist threats, you aint seen shit yet, A suicide bomber has no regrets, I'll strap the shit to my neck and everything gets wrecked. Verbal Terrorist rhymes are felony crimes; Verbal Terrorist rhymes will open your mind
3.	Secrets of the Earth 03:08	lyrics	buy track
Secrets of the Earth Preparing for the holocaust that these religions have created, what you hold sacred has been wasted, face it. The priests are pedophiles, child molesters; let’s put it in perspective, religious inflection is humanity’s infection. The men at the top, the boys at there knees, to attain higher degrees in the secret societies, the fact that its secret means the masses would disagree. With what’s being done, luciferian run deception by the ton, why don’t they sleep with the nuns? It’s not as much fun as taking the manhood of someone’s son, eternal damnation, fuck teaching creation it only breeds hatred, puppet master masons, controlling inflation, child masturbation I get sick and can’t take it. It’s the secrets of the church, the secrets of the earth, the miracle birth, the squirt in the dirt. For what its worth, nothing, secrets, bluffing, nothing, nothing, secrets, bluffing, nothing. Killing of the weak, military at its peak, guns, ammo, missiles, bombs, nuclear warheads, bloodshed, cover your head, fire in the hole, dead bodies young and old. The war in the Middle East will continue to increase until it hits our streets, Marshall Law, Military Police, there’s no time left for peace, no time for negotiating, compromise play into the hands of the disguise, soon you’ll be in for a big surprise. When you discover it’s all tied together, from controlling the weather to dictating inflation, from the Fed to the Masons steering our hatred back in our own faces, against ourselves we’ve become racist, Ignorance keeps us complacent, classicism is what were facing, classicism is what were facing. It’s the secrets of the church, the secrets of the earth, the miracle birth, the squirt in the dirt. For what its worth, nothing, secrets, bluffing, nothing, nothing, secrets, bluffing, nothing. These pedophile priest hiding under the sheets, the clergy, the cardinals, Bonesmen, bishops, the knights templar, the elite puppet masters, the secrets of the ages keep the cattle in there cages by controlling the wages, through inflation, created a free nation put into play by the Freemasons, these are the facts that were facing. With this knowledge I can’t remain complacent as time is wasting, paper chasing or investing in the west wing. There expecting a recession, war depression you’d think we’d learn our lesson and at least question, Those representing this pretentious bullshit, habitual spiritual Masonic rituals, the selected individuals, Who witnessed the miracles dictate what’s fact and what’s fictional, it becomes predictable. It’s the secrets of the church, the secrets of the earth, the miracle birth, the squirt in the dirt. For what its worth, nothing, secrets, bluffing, nothing, nothing, secrets, bluffing, nothing
4.	Death by Government 02:57	lyrics	buy track
Death by Government There’s nowhere to run, there’s nowhere to hide. This is death by government, its Democide. The United States Government is now run by foreign bankers, with globalist ideas who control through fear, for this nation and its people they do not care, if you’re awake and aware it’s plain to see that they don’t play fair, they never have, it’s all bad, all that we had. Is lost and you ask, what’s the cost? The cost is are liberty, are freedom being run by elitist demons. Who have taken all the rights, they’ve hit the lights. Without the majority even seeing, Obama is treason. The United States is bleeding, no white no blue just blood red, we’ve been force fed, intentionally mislead, we’re like a chicken in the road without a head, hopping around waiting to be dead. There’s nowhere to run, there’s nowhere to hide. This is death by government, its Democide. There putting GMOs in the food and fluoride in the water, the T.S.A. is getting away with groping our sons and daughters. 262 million civilians lead to slaughter. This is happening right at this moment, we are the slaves and they are the owners. We must see them to dethrone them, Masons, Bonesmen defeat and overthrow them. The Vatican’s bent cross is growing. There evil once disguised is now showing. They’ve set the stage for atonement, Bio-weapons & plastic explosives. The story is told to the microchip into your soul; they poison the youth and execute the old. Democide population control, we’ve been bought and sold. So watch it unfold to its peak as a death feast will be unleashed on the sleeping sheep. There’s nowhere to run, there’s nowhere to hide. This is death by government, its Democide
5.	We the People (free) 02:24	lyrics	download
We the People We the people “will be riding it down”. Together as one “will be riding it down”, for freedom of speech - “will be riding it down”, out in the streets “will be riding it down”. We the people “will be riding it down”. Together as one “will be riding it down”, for the right to bare arms “will be riding it down”, out in the streets “will be riding it down”. "Power to the people" John Lennon sang - He was taken down with a bang. Uniting the people - They had to notice - They'll take down anyone even POTUS, keeping us fighting among each other - While issuing debt to all and their mother, Enslaving the masses without their knowing - No gleam in their eyes; nothing showing, It's a sad thing riding it down - Riding this empire to the ground, Freefalling fast and not perceiving - Danger ahead - We’re unbelieving, We’re good people - under a spell our egos are huge - our heads are swelled, Before the fall - They say comes pride - we're boasting of our own genocide. We the people “will be riding it down”. Together as one “will be riding it down”, for freedom of speech - “will be riding it down”, out in the streets “will be riding it down”. We the people “will be riding it down”. Together as one “will be riding it down”, for the right to bare arms “will be riding it down”, out in the streets “will be riding it down”. This country’s about to hit a brick wall - The small will fall, the tall will crawl - This is no game at all, this is the last call. For this nation of sheep that are sound asleep, most are in a trance, is there still a chance? To learn from the past, would you dare to ask? The devils greatest task - Was to appear as if he never existed? Spirituality twisted feed upon the victims - All’s it takes for evil to flourish, Is for good men to nothing - Will real men do something? It's a sad thing riding it down - Riding this empire to the ground. We the people “will be riding it down”. Together as one “will be riding it down”, for freedom of speech - “will be riding it down”, out in the streets “will be riding it down”. We the people “will be riding it down”. Together as one “will be riding it down”, for the right to bare arms “will be riding it down”, out in the streets “will be riding it down”
6.	OWN.US 03:26	lyrics	buy track
OWN.US Living in a new world order got something for ya. Got something that will floor ya, civil disorder hung, drawn and quartered. A globe without borders, inhumane torture, the ovens will scorch ya. It’s a new world order coming straight for you, heed the warning, take cover; they got a plan it’s set in to play. Taking down anything in there way. You, me, the Middle East, the nature of beast, the metric structure of degrees, to get you on your knees, so easy to please, but like a bitch, hard to keep fucking happy did you just say slap me? Well take one for the team; they don’t even no what that means. Like I’m a feen for the green, but not the green of dead presidents, the green that smacks your intelligence or lack there of so pack that bud, stick your dick in the mud. You think you shouldn’t, you should, we already have and that’s what makes me so fucking mad. It’s really just sad, you fuckers think you’re so bad, keep swinging your dick because you never had a Dad. Living in a new world order got something for ya. Got something that will floor ya, civil disorder hung, drawn and quartered. A globe without borders, inhumane torture, the ovens will scorch ya. Time is wasting while these punks can’t face it, I just can’t take it, sit back and watch the world collapse. Across the map the globe, poverty shows, pestilence grows. Putting shit up your nose, snows blows froze. Out in the cold it’s useless, can’t dispute this so intrusive they reduced us to nothing more than cattle the Sheep, the sheeple nice to meet you sorry I couldn’t greet you, might have to beat you, but no fuck it, I see threw, me, you, we, them divided that’s the way the like it, united don’t try it in the streets will be dieing. I don’t know how else to define it. Let me rewind it we’re dieing without trying, there lying, I hear babies crying and you say I’m fucking wining. Living in a new world order got something for ya. Got something that will floor ya, civil disorder hung, drawn and quartered. A globe without borders, inhumane torture, the ovens will scorch ya. I’m beaten black and blue, most these fuckers don’t have a clue. This bullshit sticks to there head like fucking glue. This is the majority not just a few, intelligent men and women stuck in this Christian vision. Creation of the minds own prison, wisdom is a schism; give it to the victim who couldn’t shut up and listen to himself his inner voice which says no freedom no choice. Nothing fair and balanced, a one room shack or Beverly Hills Palace, got nothing to do with talent. It only matters if your bloodline drinks from the same chalice. For the rest of us to the head with a mallet your brain will begin pounding as the sheeple are rounded up and taken away from the land that they raised. Only to become America’s graves, we’re all finished we’re all slaves. The proof is in the minimum wage, despite all my rage I’m still just a rat in a cage. Living in a new world order got something for ya. Got something that will floor ya, civil disorder hung, drawn and quartered. A globe without borders, inhumane torture, the ovens will scorch ya.
7.	For the Revolution 03:02	lyrics	buy track
For the Revolution I come out running gunning shut your mouth and don’t say nothing who’s ever holding we can roll’em and who’s ever got it can get drop kicked sick with the flow, sticking your hoe, with facts that she don’t mother fucking know so here we go again to the homeboy’s in the pen. They can’t stop it once we drop it sending shock waves through the hip-hop culture. Stalking these snitches like vultures, a spit fire assassin verbally thrashing ya your done, make it fun try to run, say something fucking dumb your ending has just begun got hit before you swung. Stuck biting your tongue, your bell’s been rung. I’m stabbed with precision following intuition, never making a bad decision even when the past has risen you’ll be asking for forgiveness. I dispute, I’m disgruntle, here’s my rebuttal, I see there trouble Burst there bubble, don’t fumble, don’t mumble, get ready for the royal rumble. I’ll tell ya the conspiracy ain’t me it ain’t worth it, I ain’t trying to start shit I’m trying to end it. VT never pretending if you’re fake I’ll send you on your way with no delay no time to play. Just turn and walk away with nothing to spray nothing to spit, just hit with a tip of intelligence. All that other shit’s irrelevant the smell of it makes me sick makes me puke. That’s why I’m bringing the truth to the youth informal salute continue to mother fucking pollute, the Verbal Terrorist on the loose, im killing mother fuckers in three piece suits. They laundered all the lute, let’s give there ass the boot. Continue to mother fucking pollute continue to pollute. I dispute, I’m disgruntle, here’s my rebuttal, I see there trouble Burst there bubble, don’t fumble, don’t mumble, get ready for the royal rumble. Madman killer straight up verbal spita, try to get with it if you can fit it then rip it if not your left playing with your cock, my words hit like an eight ball inside a sock, then you simply Drop, like a fish you fucking flop, crushing my way to the top. Fuck you haters can like it or not. This ain’t no pop but pop goes the glock around the clock, non stop don’t mix me up with your slop or your fucking swagger it really don’t matter, my flows are so sharp they cut like a dagger, don’t try to flatter me with your thug-ed out roll playing this ain’t a game, we got to use are brain’s if were going to make a change.
8.	Crutch (free) 02:43	lyrics	download
Crutch Look deep into the cracks of this to see what it is. Embrace the idea that this isn’t my or his. Stop before you fall in the peak down below. Admit the drop it’s straight but it’s slow. Time enough from time to stop moving through me. Absorb the sight I hear what my eyes see the message is clear I won’t comprehend time within time, time that I bend. Same I witness I wish I could send. Caught in a mess someone else’s maze, in a haze of light and dark days, bright flight my sky, mind questions why? Can you trust what you see? Can you believe what you hear? Can you follow what you read? Can you face what you fear, without your crutch? In fact I’m looking through the crack don’t hear a sound. If everything around was there it would be found. A feeling that isn’t touched, but where’s my balance where’s my crutch? Do I need one at all, if I’m at the bottom how can I fall? How Could I fall? Can you trust what you see? Can you believe what you hear? Can you follow what you read? Can you face what you fear, without your crutch? Standing at the crossroads of space and time, No time to waste life is not a race it’s a journey. It’s about learning as the worlds turning, some find the burning disturbing. Searching some hill to climb, that stairway to heaven, looking for a treasure. Human beings are like levers, to pushed and pulled in just the right manor. So that they control the grammar, let’s cock the hammer, let’s shock the phantom. There taking life for granted, do you really think all this killing is random? Just who is it that landed before the seeds were planted? Who is it that landed before the seeds were planted? Do you get it? Do you understand this? Only the true bandits will be left standing. Can you trust what you see? Can you believe what you hear? Can you follow what you read? Can you face what you fear, without your crutch? Do I need one at all, if I’m at the bottom how can I fall? How Could I fall?
9.	Endafed 02:24	lyrics	buy track
Endafed End the Fed, the debits in the red, End the Fed, before we wake up dead End the Fed, use your head, End the Fed, End the Fed End the Fed, End the Fed, End the Fed, End the Fed End the Fed, End the Fed, you heard what we said, End the Fed. It’s no longer a conspiracy, its tyranny, are you hearing me. Most of you lame ducks are fearing me. I’m like Alex Jones right to the point. And I don’t point to the right or the left. I’m pointing at the head, the FED, audit the FED, I want them all dead. I want there heads on posts in the streets. As an example to all the other vandals who scandal all the money, Fuck Mitt Romney we’d be better of with Fonzie. Put an end to there scheming ponzies, trace there roots back to the Nazi’s. If that’s fiction then where living in a picture when the truth finally hits ya, it maybe to late stuck in the planet of the apes. But the monkeys are rich elite white honkeys. That made us all cell phone junkies they’ve taken all the money and the wealth in the burning pot we melt End the Fed, the debits in the red, End the Fed, before we wake up dead End the Fed, use your head, End the Fed, End the Fed End the Fed, End the Fed, End the Fed, End the Fed End the Fed, End the Fed, you heard what we said, End the Fed. The Federal Reserve is a private company. Not a government agency, A Central Bank that’s paid to print our currency. I speak with certainty and urgency, while Congress has just let it be Kennedy paid the ultimate fee, trying to stop them, they put a stop to him, against the media spin. We must get a real candidate in, someone we can stand behind, not just two puppets on a line. Connected to corporate crony swine from END THE FED to occupy, they will try to divide we must stand together all on one side. For every dollar they print a dollar we owe corporations grow, the middle class is given another blow; they betrayed the stripes and stars. A nation full of scars, its freedom in sixteen bars. End the Fed, the debits in the red, End the Fed, before we wake up dead End the Fed, use your head, End the Fed, End the Fed End the Fed, End the Fed, End the Fed, End the Fed End the Fed, End the Fed, you heard what we said, End the Fed.
10.	Prison Camps 03:33	lyrics	buy track
Prison Camps They set up prison camps for U.S. citizens, now we got the feds listening. A Verbal Terrorist taking on the subjects, exposing to the public what needs to be said. About the F.B.I., C.I.A. and the Feds, I dread I might have to beat this into your fucking head. Until your fucking dead, I’ll paint the walls red; the family structure’s lungs have been punctured. Household’s left weezen barley breathing, single mothers with not enough food in the cupboards. Times about to get much rougher, tougher for a middle class, which pays too much for gas, soon will no longer last or exists, In this country’s ass a fist, yet kids still enlist, I find it odd the parents can’t see through the façade, blinded by God or religion the minds prisons, discarding visions as superstitions and spinning a cycle for reincarnation. They set up prison camps for U.S. citizens, now we got the feds listening. As I run with the pain that would drive most insane, reframe; detain one in the same, I’m mind fucking you. Like you been smacked with a bat the swing crack the Matrix turns fucking black follow the path as death takes off its masks, you look back and laugh, the drama can’t harm you. It’s set up to alarm you, like cattle they farm you, disarm you destroy you, employee you enslave you. The freedom to rape you, I’ve been telling these bastards “I hate you”. That’s a bold statement, my head hit the pavement, this is how my day went so stay bent, stay mother fucking bent. And be ready to be sent, to live in a tent the microchip is evidence of malevolence, E.T. intelligence off the hell we’re sent. They set up prison camps for U.S. citizens, now we got the feds listening. The suns imploding, the earth is over loading folding reappearing molding holding the thought of which you bought. You acting smart, you acting dumb I’ll cut out your mother fucking tongue. For misleading the grieving right off the fucking planet a bandit left handed, demanding understanding. Its fucking riddles and jokes I’m easy to mother fucking provoke. But you’ll be soaking wet with regret if you try to stop it. You’ll get popped with the Glock spit fully or semi don’t be the enemy, defending the, to scale the fence the fog is dense the woods are immense. I’m wearing a trench coat carrying a fucking scope tipping the scales even the mother fucking slope. They set up prison camps for U.S. citizens, now we got the feds listening.
11.	Go the F-Off 01:32		buy track
12.	Blood Smells 02:43	lyrics	buy track
Blood Smells Words of torture words of terror words meant to scare ya, there riding a pale horse, humanity’s taken off course. I can taste the stench of the corpse, swat team using brut force. Cutting of the life source, one nation under God, separation of church and state, what is there to debate? This democracy is fake, a republic at best. Totalitarianism next, it’s all apart of the east expanding mother fucking west. So all aboard the crazy train here’s your number act your age turn the page, the world’s a stage live in a cage take aim, we have only are self’s to blame. As your death approaching, here’s what there proposing, to be the one who’s chosen The blood smells likes roses, the blood smells like roses. Situations go from bad to worse, the body’s once place in a coffin and or Hurst. Are now just tossed in a ditch behind a church, where believing in a savior has become a fucking cruse. Nailed right in, forgiveness of mans sins Satan sits with a shit eating grin. Let this two sided bullshit begin. Cause this is where I have to set in, between. Like a referee on the day of reckoning. Immortal light or eternal darkness, roll out the red carpet, the pope the Vatican the target. I spits like a marksmen. Coming at the church of fucking Satan bend your own hatred. Deliver to the wise words in disguise. This two edge sword only applies to time, let it go. As your death approaching, here’s what there proposing, to be the one who’s chosen The blood smells likes roses, the blood smells like roses. I stand in between two pillars of darkness. Exhausted we’ve lost it, but did we ever have it? The right to choose, the right to lose, to light the fuse ignite the views, it starts at the pews. Don’t under estimate these fucking Jews. And don’t think for one minute there alone in it. Do you get the jest are you on the hit list? Remain swift on your feet on your toes. This bullshit grows like Pinocchio’s nose. Its cover in lies, surprise a word to the wise. Ignorance on the rise we’re fattened up like cattle. Up shit’s creek without a paddle the horse with no saddle, be ready for the final fucking battle. At this point it won’t even be a challenge. It’s just a part of there game your walking around with no brain. Point the finger who’s to blame? Stuck in the rain, put that shit in a fucking frame. As your death approaching, here’s what there proposing, to be the one who’s chosen The blood smells likes roses, the blood smells like roses.
13.	Wasted Reality 02:32	lyrics	buy track
Wasted Reality Win, lose or draw there is no such thing. I can’t ever win but I never lose the game. The tie is a lie because but you try and you try but if it’s even that’s why I’m breathing and then I’ll die. I didn’t lose shit but I gained a lot. It’s all about experience ignore time when it stops. It never was ticking so in a grave I’ll be kicking. Knowledge is gained through pain, so I’ll restrain it’s insane but I love the way it is. I get it on my own that’s how I’ve grown. But let the point still be known, this is not a contest you can win, lose or tie. Because side by side in the dirt we will lye when we die, a burning flame it’s all a same and that’s a game. I’m not trying win, I can’t lose fuck a tie. Because at the end of this game we’re all gonna fly. With a tight grip on something not real, can’t find what to do with the pain that I feel. This type of shit happens all too often I bury myself deep inside my dark coffin. Visions of my life terminated in a flash. One though to the next spins around as they clash. Looking for order in what doesn’t make sense. Why are the changes of my mind so intense? In a split second I a step from the inside to the out. Living a life full of insecurities and doubt falling through the holes in each faze lost in this darkness of this maze. I try to recall the sequence of events that put me here. Stuck in this dream it’s clear with the fear the ending of time aware of the waste I feel it now. The hate I taste at last I can leave. This place I create in my own my I feel I’m going blind, I end up doing time. With a tight grip on something not real, can’t find what to do with the pain that I feel. This type of shit happens all too often I bury myself deep inside my dark coffin. Caught in a thought process, recognize the felling of need to be under, stay on the path. Avoid the road to disaster questions of the mind; mind will power is strong enough. Staying focused on my goals lack this and I will no longer see beyond in the past I exit my true soul I must continue in contact with the other half of light that was right to be so what you see is what you get and I bet you would let your self fall off the wall after all it was to tall and wide to go around so climb if you can get off the ground but what I found was fucking deep inside of me but I can’t get it out its locked with no key but I don’t give a fuck and this is what’s up. With a tight grip on something not real, can’t find what to do with the pain that I feel. This type of shit happens all too often I bury myself deep inside my dark coffin.
14.	Anonymous 02:17	lyrics	buy track
Anonymous Well these biblical animals are nothing but fucking cannibals as there political pedestal becomes a spectacle. To the average intellectual this is not acceptable. Emotional individuals who visualize the rituals must remain cynical of the hypocritical, super natural rationale. Remain practical of the pivotal typical scriptural logic, bionic and beyond it. And back again, it’s this immaturity that keeps us impure you see. It starts at maternity and ends with insecurity. Through out eternity velocity monstrosity from the economy to symbology lead don’t follow me. Use your own psychology, its loyalisum loyalty royalizum royalty you can’t keep ignoring me or divide four into three. It’s anonymous synonymous the black hole that swallows us. I’ve got a style that’s terrorist I’m verbally aware of this and most are fucking scared of this. Alertness in verses setting fire to churches before this shit worsens, hexes and curses. Around the corner it lurks off your ignorance it works. With death it fucking flirts. The blood spills and squirts, you scream for a nurse. But the mind is overloading and thoughts come of folding. But who the fuck is holding? While I’m steadily spraying with no delaying, I’m rebelling in your face fucking yelling, a three time felon. That will crack your fucking melon and jump for joy. You try to be coy and I’ll punk you like a little boy. Destroy destruction I’m swinging and punching, I hear the bones crunching. If everything is nothing well then nothing is all, from the top tear you fall. It’s anonymous synonymous the black hole that swallows us.