DJ Muggs, Sick Jacken, Cynic (Street Platoon) - Reptilian Renaissance lyrics

I'm at the? waking up from a nightmare
My palms sweating like faucets
Then I look at the tube
What's that right there?
Two planes crashed into New York City
The shit's making Non Phixion
Not a conspiracy theory
I grab the Street Sweeper and the nine milli
And get on the horn and call my
Man "Did you see that shit?"

Yeah man, I woke up to the news on Fox
The towers dropped
My first thought "George and his pops"

Yeah man, them devils shit's on another level
They just took out a whole lotta
Heads and blamed Arab rebels
I can't sit back cause LA's next
I won't stop till their head lays rest
A wild guess but the Bin Ladens
Have been down with? plotting right?
They own a piece of the US
They bought a slice
But when the price is right
It makes the hustle nice
Blood money filled up the
Pipes by snake types

Look at the President he shape-shifting man
Look at the Prime Minister
He shape-shifting man look at the Kings and
Queens they shape-shifting man
They all inhumans, they all snakes with fins

We're in some deep shit
New millenium sounds like TV script
I only wish that I could see these shifts
We're gonna need spiritual medicinemen
Cause it ain't gonna enough of just? and?
You got anybody in mind?

This uncle of mine who works in
The spirit world travelling time
Who knows about a spiritual war
The shifters are? destroy the land
This whole thing's crazy but we
Prepared for the other race
We whack on bushes so we
Could see these snakes

I got TV? tapes now burned to my CD case
And names of fakes that my TV?
Programs on your TV lace
Sublime ammo shot to the brain
The average person feels no pain
When they execute the game plan we
Don't pay attention to shit
They kill masses while they killing the fifth

Look at the President he shape-shifting man
Look at the Prime Minister
He shape-shifting man look at the Kings and
Queens they shape-shifting man
They all inhumans, they all snakes with fins

They got smart cards for dummies
The ancient con art of running game
They trying to bogart the money
In a power mover, not greed
Eliminating cash would give em full control
Of your chips and your food
If you don't got loot then
You can't physically own it
They don't need to confiscate it
They can just delete it from you homie
It's all about control, mental and physical
They? on your soul? dough
Even if you're good man religion
Got you sucked in
Hope will blind you all from seeing
The scales of the pope
The only scale we see is
For weighing the dope we're so fucked up
They doing this shit right
Under our powdered nose
Man this ain't no propaganda
I think it's time we stand up
Expose the army of serpents and man up
They don't call it the
United Snakes for nothing
The reptilian renaissance? is coming

Look at the President he shape-shifting man
Look at the Prime Minister
He shape-shifting man look at the Kings and
Queens they shape-shifting man
They all inhumans, they all snakes with fins