RA The Rugged Man Definition Contest - Graphic Grim - Media Midgets

Lyrics: Graphic Grim (@GraphicGrim) (Verse) Salute the commander and chief while he salutes a master that's deep One with corporate ties and morbid eyes, that wink Study the reptilian speech And how it varies, in keeps They remain hidden and bury an expert Makes me wanna snap, like Nas did On Mariah Carey's record I'm exposin' the chosen That have walkin' the roads end Trotted the globe and Brought with them omens They fought with the romans And taught to the forums An onslaught of war ends And get caught in the open Become lost in the poems But spaceships are their transportation They whisper in the president's ear and demand immediate evacuation Of their kind, to a disclosed location Where they have a meeting, with Bill Gates, Oprah, and satan Cause they control the media And we are the midgets Getting stampeded by the business Of buying, and selling, and marketing, interests People are fuckin' morons, and they cling on to trends That's why retards, imitate other retards, and share it with their friends How come no one reads anymore? And intelligence is mocked more than ever Cause being stupid is popular, and they don't want you to be better They don't want you, to think for yourself, and become stronger They don't want you, to be off the grid, And they want you drug addicted, and somber They want your love restricted and sponsored By their illusion Buy this and get to boostin' Your confidence, with their synthetical awfulness, inducin' Bouts of nausea and grandeur Got you, goin' all around the world, in a damn tour All in the mind Pretty soon, we'll all be microchipped like animals All on the line Our sanity and our mortality Cause aliens and satanists, have no morality We're merely formalities On the road to global destruction The Earth is a trailer park Amongst death, meth use and alien abduction The news is the biggest fuckin' liars ever Everything is filtered, information is centered On their propaganda and their occult agenda Which is better? Blood sacrifices or children lifeless? You gotta remember, that God is watching the tyrants he sees more than your all seeing eye Fuck you, with your Sauron tactics Everything in this new Mordor must die Thinkin' about how I have to floor your demise Point of the story Nothing is what it seems Search for premonitions in dreams Spot out demons and their little teams And look closely at the devil's mask, as it unwraps, at the fuckin' seams Peace to Buckwild And The Diggin' In The Crates crew And Rest In Peace Lamont Coleman, one of the nicest to ever do it too The world is at it's peak, a new renaissance is returning Pray for guidance, as I walk among violence, in this neverending journey Wishing that hell's flames don't burn me Wrapped in angel wings, before I go in to a fury Searching for the truth, and hoping it'll cure me