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Conspiracy Theory
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In 1979
All the fathers of Nobel Prize winners were rounded up
By United Nations military units, alright?
And actually forced at gunpoint to give semen samples
In little plastic jars
Which are now stored below Rockefeller Center
Underneath the ice skating rink
You wouldn't wanna be there for the thaw
Hahaha, ugh
I mean it's disgusting
You know what they call that water, don't you?
Fluoride (Yeah, fluoride)
Another pretext for the strangling
Yeah
It's on now
We sit up in outer space and throw bombs down
You all hype up in our face, nigga calm down
You don't really want beef, Planet War, child
Your whole squad fall down
I sky dive from the stratus, splatter and capture the crown
This hip-hop shit, me and Planet mastered the style
Every rhyme I spit is just to pay dues
While you suffer from third degree burns when you make moves
Unable to quake, I shake the syndrome out the children
Nose blows got you feeling stiff, cold, you're freezing
Heavenly breathing, shook in the Garden of Eden
You face Christ to pay the price of a debt you bleeding
You owe your life, plus your mind, soul, and body
I send caution to wind to stop the mind of Socrates
Bring on Plato, philosophies twist tornadoes
My eyes are spectrum after the rain producing rainbows
Purposely aim those, sixteen until your brain close
I expose flows cold, your veins remain froze
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It's on now
We sit up in outer space and throw bombs down
You all hype up in our face, nigga calm down
You don't really want beef, Planet War, child
Your whole squad fall down
It's on now
We sit up in outer space and throw bombs down
You all hype up in our face, nigga calm down
You don't really want beef, Planet War, child
Your whole squad fall down
I was born to intensify your brain with skill
My name is ill, P that's for the pain you feel
L-A for the lyrics that I aim to kill
N-E, niggas know I entertain to feel
Train to build, train to steal the mics from you
I might stun you, watch your back in a bright tunnel
We spaced out in the game for the same clout
Those who claim players, games get rained out
Throw the tarp, you've been rejected like Rosa Parks
Get torn apart, QD niggas got colder hearts
Your soul departs, here's where the explosion starts
Shit is hot, city blocks getting blown apart
We throwing darts, contaminated with fire
While my soldiers march, we blasting at your attire
Sharp like barbed wire, missiles'll scar liars
Decapitating your frame and leaving your jaw wired
It's on now
We sit up in outer space and throw bombs down
You all hype up in our face, nigga calm down
You don't really want beef, Planet War, child
Your whole squad fall down
It's on now
We sit up in outer space and throw bombs down
You all hype up in our face, nigga calm down
You don't really want beef, Planet War, child
Your whole squad fall down
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