The Strawman lyrics

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Payday Monsanto


"The things which are going on, have been planned for at least 40 years, minimum. I can show you, at least 40 years ago"*

For the love of fiat currency they kill...
(A staple on your muthaf*ckin' table, man you gotta have it)
Honestly, it ain't nobody really free, at will...
(They disappeared your rights with 8th grade magic)
What a travesty...
(Yeah... it's all a big illusion, c'mon)
But, that ain't really how it has to be...
(It's not all that confusing)
I know some jokers like to laugh at me...
(All the shameless tax they're using)
But, they are simply made up strawman...
Awww, man...
(f*ckin' right, f*ckin' right)

It's like The Wizard Of Oz, when you get with the livе allegory, 'cause the story is a blizzard of liеs. It's just that you've been told, ain't exquisite as gold, the truth is hidden under the inquisitor's robe. Executioners do that, at a rapid rate, executioners wear black, f*ck the magistrate. Mickey-Mouse courts, make a n*gga sick, stick 'em all in the mouth, with a big rubber di*k...

If you can't sit on your ass, for an hour, and make a grand...
You're locked in a prison, you don't even understand...
If you can't open a book, and analyze the plan...
You're locked in a prison, you don't even understand...
Whenever you give up your rights, to carry guns & am(mo)...
You're locked in a prison, you don't even understand...
My brother Trife, spent about a couple hundred grand...
He's locked in a prison, and he really understands...
Philadelphia lawyer, I'm bad-to-the-bone, but I'm not represented by Mr. Bob Simone. You can liken me to Ariel Sharon, I don't give a f*ck about your cover, 'cause it's blown. I'm The World Trade, givin' you a loan, you better take it, or i'm gon' leave you naked & alone. You better not be late for work, wake your block up, Rockefeller dummies, don't make me put the Glock up. We will change your wack plaque, clack-clack, We Are Change, and that's that. We ain't docile, Prozac ain't hip, now, everything you thought was wrong, get a grip, now. The streets is knockin', I got the flip style, we go in real smart, before we have to get wild. My name is truth & freedom, they say I spit foul, f*ck all the sh*t you heard, I'm the sh*t, now...

If you can't sit on your ass, for an hour, and make a grand...
You're locked in a prison, you don't even understand...
If you can't open a book, and analyze the plan...
You're locked in a prison, you don't even understand...
Whenever you give up your rights, to carry guns & am(mo)...
You're locked in a prison, you don't even understand...
My brother Trife, spent about a couple hundred grand...
He's locked in a prison, and he really understands...
(Really understands)

"This government was already keenly anticipating a major war, in the Middle East. I can show you, at least 40 years ago"*

(((For the)))

For the love of fiat currency they kill...
(They kill)
Honestly, it ain't nobody really free, at will...
(Free at will)
What a travesty...
(What a travesty)
But, that ain't really how it has to be...
(Has to be)
I know some jokers like to laugh at me...
(Laugh at me)
But, they are simply made up strawman...
Awww, man...

*Quotes from Jordan Maxwell
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