A song I wrote called “The Corporatocracy”

We live in a society driven by materialism. Advertisers utilize information gleaned from MK-ULTRA experiments to fabricate desires for goods and services that we have absolutely no need for. Corrupt corporate media outlets relay scripted messages written from perspectives existing on opposing ends of a false paradigm propagated for the sole purpose of control. They keep us preoccupied by chasing worthless fiat currency to acquire things we don’t need and by watching the political puppet show unfold before our eyes; veiling the true enemies of humanity. The problem is that the true power structure of most of the developed world is not the democracy they try to sell us, but an oligarchy. The corporatocracy.

Honestly,

it’s time we overthrow this corporatocracy

Raise questions just like Socrates

Distressed by this hypocracy

The rest of you are following this illusion of democracy

We are probably similar in that freedom means a lot to me

Elitists say “Fuck liberty, just tell me where the profits be”

Earth’s problems are all symptoms of the “Greed is good” philosophy

I am the prophet spittin prophecy so follow me

See us in the street, Anonymous looks like a lot of V’s

They keep us weak and shackled, needin interior livin

Television brainwash gives us inferior vision

All they want are sheep that listen, if not they feed you prescriptions

And the main goal is control, so there’s no tax on religions

Savagely damaging far beyond the point of bandaging; Earth clutched in my grasp like salmon in an eagles taloned feet, I slay all opposition and leave their bodies countless fathoms deep. Demand release of hidden knowledge used to herd a land of sheep. My words will bring calamity; in truth, I’m not a fan of peace.

Your resistance truly flatters me, your existance is a fallacy

Your defense is like a napkin, I’m attackin you with dragon’s teeth

Higher than Aladdin be with no regard for gravity

I’ll murk you with this verse, then I’ll revive you with my masterpiece.

My infiltration: precursor to your elimination

Try to do what’s right like I’m a saint stuck in a sinner’s nation

Flow went to the doctor; said he never saw a sicker patient

Foes I just obliterate them. Flow game is incineration.

Why can’t you grasp the mechanics of the place that you live in?

Your grave will be more shallow than my standards for women.

Your desires are fallacious; created by corporations.

One percent of the planet decides the fate of all nations.

Bilderberg, Trilateral, and the Council on Foreign Relations

are planning a drastic reduction of population.

Written in every language on the Georgia Guidestones

the plan of global governance; consolidation of time zones.

They try to put a happy face on genocide and eugenics

More sodium flouride in your water than you get at the dentist

Turning people to sheep; our future bleak and pathetic

Socialism/Fascism: two sides of the same menace

Time to turn up the pressure like relentless isometrics

We need to be squeezing the Elitists till they’re forced to respect us

In the fight for humanity, the struggle is endless

We are Anonymous. We are legion. They should expect us.

They keep us weak and shackled, needin interior livin

Television brainwash gives us inferior vision

All they want are sheep that listen, if not they feed you prescriptions

And the main goal is control, so there’s no tax on religions

Intellect sharper and swifter than a switch blade

Don’t need a Bic for my Swisher; when I spit, I emit flames

Front like you hard, but everybody know you bitch made

If I’m sick on these beats, I’m straight up cancer on six strangs

From where I’m sittin, I observe the herd preserve the status quo

Fuck that, I grab the baddest hoe - get like Aladdin go

Imagine, bro - a world where everyone was stackin dough

We got obese millionaires. Africa’s fastin, though

We go to jail while they get rich from the sale of both crack and blow

A sack of dro can only provide a temporary high

My savage flow bursts your bubble like an incendiary mine

It’s funny how day to day different people just fade away

Goin from constant communication to havin nothin to say

Cabballah science conditions us to be callous and heartless

I understand their plan, but I’m emotionless regardless

In today’s society, there is no room for affection

Political puppet shows climax with scripted elections

Every word from the lips of a treacherous bitch is deception

I endeavor to start movin in a different direction

Protection from other sources is currently nonexistant

We need to be self-sufficient; swift, calm and efficient

I’m torn internally between transcending the scorn

and rising up at arms with both the pen and the sword

From my head it is born; I speak of a revolution

Topple these corrupt institutions get restitution

A debt solution is impossible with the Fed chargin interest

Our money created out of debt, what kind of shit is this?

The current system supports only the heads of big business

Rothschild and Rockefeller sit at the head of my hit list

When I spit this, do your research; start to fathom the truth

Evidence is everywhere, no need to ask for the proof

Learning the truth can leave you in a state of confusion

On your face; leave contusions. Time to escape the illusion.

Shattering your reality comprised mainly of fallacies.

Wake your sheep ass up or have the balls to fire back at me.

(c) Jordon Heasty 2011

Keeper of the world’s most sickening flow

Give you nausea, supernova I be blistering foes

I’m fresh and clean to the extreme just like some Listerine bro

Take a bolt from my quiver, straight from my bow to your liver

You was runnin’ fast, but now I got you shiverin’ slow

Accusations have been made that I’m insane and depraved

If you say my name, you’re who’s to blame when you get ruthlessly slain

Come on and have at me, I’ll beat that ass savagely

The havok we are wreaking is certain to cause a tragedy

You never seem to learn so I murk you for your audacity

Got a round up in the chamber and the mag’s filled to capacity

Slay all opposition before they have the chance to blast at me

I am the greatest ever, bitch. Relay this fact emphatically

Numbers don’t go high enough to count the fools I’m better than

And I’m straight soulless, I will slay you and the reverend

If you see me and talk shit, I will not leave without your severed head

Murder by my hand is how your endeavors and vendettas end

It’s no surprise that I’m the one you choose to demonize

I am the Anti-Christ with an angel face and demon’s eyes

But I seem so benign you have no chance to realize

That this disguise puts me in place to deal your swift demise

They keep us weak and shackled, needin interior livin

Television brainwash gives us inferior vision

All they want are sheep that listen, if not they feed you prescriptions

And the main goal is control, so there’s no tax on religions

(c) Jordon Heasty 2011

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