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Psyops

 

Psyops

(album: Psyops - 2021)


Dope, coke, then you had a stroke
Walk around sleep but you acting like you woke
No hope, is this a fucking joke?
First, you make us sick then you sell the antidote
Go broke, until you fucking croak
They found you hanging in your house, rope around your throat
Oh no, the mirrors and the smoke
I was blowing weed with the Devil and the Pope
Blood-soaked, I'm putting on my cult
The camera always watching so I gotta keep a cloak
Oh no, who wanna fly death
Like Juice WRLD OD'ing on a jet
Can't cope, swallow pills and choke
FBI surveillance, you under a microscope
Invoke, I'll sacrifice a goat
I'll never get to heaven, all this wicket shit I wrote

When you look at me
Deeply in my eyes
I'm really not surprised
You can see I died

It started on the slave boats, add the black votes
Anything change for po' folks? Nope
They killed every revolutionary that spoke
Poisonous psychosis can't cope
The person you tryna persuade never insult
In the information age that's how you get results
Using the mind to influence the mind
Now they got the three blind mice leading the blind
Got the book of Eli, braille reading the blind
Flesh of my flesh blood bleeding with mine
Crime is life and life is crime
Made a lot of money in my lifetime
Oh no, paper don't come slow
Cooking up dope in the kitchen like gumbo
Since a adolescent my pockets on dumbo
One hand catch touchdown no fumble

When you look at me
Deeply in my eyes
I'm really not surprised
You can see I died

Look at me I been dead, eyes bloodshot red
No smoking regs, smoke coming out my head
Profit of rage, information age
Don't make the obituary page
America scared of me, electric shock therapy
You could die live on the air with me
Psychological warfare, and I got proof
Propaganda, selective truth
Don't answer questions, strategic messages
Be an optimist and not a pessimist
I'm like the witch doctor, I'll make ya head shrink
I be ya bitch poppa disrupt the way you think
'Cause it's a psyops watch you like cyclops
Psychosomatic destruction of neighborhood blocks
Bend over for your government butt fucking
Cash your stimulus check, you still ain't got nothing

When you look at me
Deeply in my eyes
I'm really not surprised
You can see I died

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