The flow is sick, the Ye hits our nose.
Born in April, but not in 1984.
3 years later, the Satanic Ritual at it's peak.
Associating with Samael, and having to be this meek.
No more rights, I fight to the death.
The Bloodline Li, as if it were a mess.
The Child in me, does the Rolls Royce.
A front, the Rothschild, looking to make a choice.
A fella with love, the train comes to a stop.
The late great Rockefeller was fighting with a cop.
More like his heart, he then praised God.
As if the Illuminati were really a "facade".
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