Silent Shadows - Marty McKay, Canibus

Brown Chicken Brown Cow

Seen a brick house downtown

All I could do was say Wow

ILLuminated Mythos

A steel band playing crypto calypso by a street post

Hot tea honey crumpets honey and oats

Hand on over your heart kneel to a 5 headed goat

The shadow wants to breakaway from the light source

But nothing ain’t never that easy

Fight for it

Stand on ya' toes

Dance or face glacing blows

Try to hold your pants up with those

Brown shoe boy — white hat Stetson McCoy &Mayday McKay The Gargoyle

Listen to the beat alone

Take adrenachrome

First part that freezes you can’t feel your toes

For what certain thought forms project

Sharp horns former wall st exec you don’t wanna' be next

Who could cash a quadrillion dollar check — count half n rest

Wake up — cash the other half when I’m dead

You heard what he said

Gimmie my bread

Gimmie my bread

Gimmie my bread

Illuminati wants is all n won’t stop till they have it all

Still — they want more

Body organs gored to the core singing ritual song

Cleaning products sanitize floors

True — lemmie throw a few — the hexagonal ellipsoid droids took a photo of you

Shapeshift while you listen to this

They got away with it

Don’t ask me how?

a smoldering pile of organic material now

That’s what I call a Chicago Standoff

Their shadows hide

But their blatant ways

Blind like the sun

Free mason lies

And bloody games

This world is run

By silent shadows

This world is run

Silent shadows

We study

Scholarship report card through the mail

Crypto currency PhD courses in jail

They run the world — iLLuminati don’t fail

False flag details

Set sail but don’t mess with no whales

Master Ptah!

«they stole our time!»

Imagine how we feel

They stole our rhymes

I meet the King on his turf

Far away from the Serfs n Mercs

Somewhere in inner earth with the Smurfs

Emotion manifest thought 1st

Survival is not taking a picture standing next to a hearse

Magnetic Ultra shackles

Grab ether plasma

No telling what these demons is after

Even now I know not what it was for

Until thine day I shed my physical coil

The blood — died on the cross in the mud with some hard knuckle gloves n a fuel

can jug

They say it’s all love

Tried to kill ya' whole internet buzz

And you ain’t even into that bruh

A smoldering pile of organic material now

Over a bowl of cereal

Wow…

It’s way up — don’t name drop

It’s way up — don’t name drop

Don’t break the code

They’re high up — don’t name drop

They’re high up — don’t name drop

Don’t break — don’t break the code