Video St America Ft Dj Stan Solo de Deca 2024 Rap Lyrics

Deca - St America Ft Dj Stan Solo Lyrics

St. America Lyrics[Intro]
America
The truly inhospitable eerie environment
A beacon of bigotry to those who stare at her two-faced hypocrisy
Much money (Money), money (Money, money)
The land of products and profits
M— M— Money in circulation
D— D— Designed for the very wealthy
Boy, do we have plenty of 'em

[Verse: Deca]
No such thing as happenstance
Just massive scams and master plans
To stockpile stacks wrapped in elastic bands
And keep the furnace flames fueled with the fat of lambs
The stage is set so you can stomp feet and clap your hands
In defiance of our overseer's aims
And the parasites tryin' to find a host to sink their fangs
Where the underhanded flourish and lotus eaters reign
The music's like coolant for the overheated brain
You can count on it, it's yin and yang here
Seth and Cain and jinn exploitin' globally for gain 'til the rain clears
The air's gettin' thin, where was I again?
On a strange transcendental plane carried by the wind
What immortal hand painted lines on Bengal tiger skin
Or made the flowers grow while death played the violin
My old stompin' grounds aren't the same environment
Except for in the mental landscape of places where I've been
Back and forth, through space and time playin' pass the torch
To arrive back at the source and take the dive again
Make the rounds, see the sights, seekin' light
Not that false Edison rebel angel variety
On stable ground sleepin' through the night
While pigs smokin' space dust usher in their future for society
Long before the global python stranglehold
I saw the writing on the walls like an ancient code
Manufactured world views to replace the old
And new generations of pliant minds to shape and mold
Tryin' times, same old tools and tricks
Tryin' to find a space beyond state control to exist
I pledge no allegiance to the leeches and the ticks
Or to their lord's legions in the season of the witch
Furthermore, I'm tryin' to fry the circuit board of Skynet
Like David's slingshot vers' Goliath's flexed bicep
A dreamer in the planet's discordant dream
But what are sticks and stones to a war machine?
[Outro]
Products and profits
Whenever you ascribe conscious intent in pursuit of self interest at the top
Money in circulation
You will hear someone say, "Well, what are you, a conspiracy theorist?"
You can say farmers or auto workers are organizing
But if you say the people who own most of America organize to get what they want
You hear people saying (Ahh!)
These are all a matter of public record
MK Ultra
Operation Phoenix
Tuskegee
Fred Hampton
Total Information Awareness Program
Iran Contra
Robert Kennedy
Air America
Cointelpro
John Kennedy
Martin Luther King and Malcom X
Yes, America
Something is very wrong
Covert action, clandestine operations
Keep ya doin' things so ya won't have time to think
Programmed suckers with brains that have controls on 'em
Now take a little breath, let it out, and relax
We must learn to delegate
I'm relaxed now
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