Send me the link
This is not a game - Martial Law mothaf
Is it red? Blue
Got pills in the booth
Head full of Xan'
Watching MSM news
Send me the link, who got the plug
Not what you think, new type of drug
Have you a drink, sip you some blood
Feed the elite, fear of the young
Give you the strength, do what you love
Long as you sink, spirit above
Devil may wink, gift you a glove
Then in a blink, control of your tongue
Giving goals - platinum, gold
Belly, home, pockets full
Evaded trolls, paid tolls
Toll is your soul, bank swoll
Feed on fears of sick, poor
Breading tears, adrenaline pours
Out of the gland, onto the floor
What color's the X that painted the door
Is it Red? Blue
Got pills in the booth
Head full of Xan
Watching MSM news
Send me the link, who got the plug
Tell me the doc that's writing you up
Poppin your Perc's, tippin' your cup
Sprite with the lean, curing the cut
But tell me who gets paid on the back end
Who gets paid on the front
Blood runs through bloodlines
That harvest blood like blood drives
The floodgates got opened up
That hush money couldn't keep em quiet
All the blood diamonds in Africa
Couldn't halt the plague, they spread aids
Made money off the medicine
Provided "aide" helped dig the graves
Ask the thirteen what they drink
When they're thirsty
Thicker than the well-fluoridated water worthy
Of discussion cause the accusations are unnerving
Sacrificial virgin plasma, innocent and undeserving
Of the torturous vultures that control the debt, control the fed
They know that a mockingbird will only say what has been said
So they orchestrate a narrative
And coordinate with media
They know that it's imperative
The masses are believing them
Between the lines, deceits with the eyes
Of elites with a slice, 300 piece pie
Greased on the spot
Got guns, got spies
Unleash their whole flock
CIA alibis
Heat on your block
Question their crimes
Might lock you up and never indict
Censor your speech, strip you of rights
Iron you out, a wrinkle in time
Twinkling eyes wide with surprise
Stained with the tears that never will dry
Falling from grace, a piece of the sky
Fell on her face, an angel arrived
Depending who wins few will survive
Dueling with demons a death that's designed
All in their plan, all in due time
Under the moon it grew on a vine
Not to be shrewd, the mood will wasn't right
Not to be rude, but you ain't having my life
Ski mask with a flashlight
Get them bands right
Hit the hash pipe
In a battle for our minds
Dark vs light
Send me the link
I am the plug
Walk from the dark
Lighten you up
Earth is abundant
Kindness and love
Drink from her breast
Whether the flood
Drink from her breast
Whether the flood
Send me the link
I am the one
Blood made of water
Trees for my lungs
Peace to the world
Life for the young
Move from the dark
Light when it's done
Lighting it up
Light when it's done
Man down
This is not a game - Martial Law mothaf
Ben Steezy - Adrenochrome Lyrics
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English
Send me the link
This is not a game - Martial Law mothaf
Is it red? Blue
Got pills in the booth
Head full of Xan'
Watching MSM news
Send me the link, who got the plug
Not what you think, new type of drug
Have you a drink, sip you some blood
Feed the elite, fear of the young
Give you the strength, do what you love
Long as you sink, spirit above
Devil may wink, gift you a glove
Then in a blink, control of your tongue
Giving goals - platinum, gold
Belly, home, pockets full
Evaded trolls, paid tolls
Toll is your soul, bank swoll
Feed on fears of sick, poor
Breading tears, adrenaline pours
Out of the gland, onto the floor
What color's the X that painted the door
Is it Red? Blue
Got pills in the booth
Head full of Xan
Watching MSM news
Send me the link, who got the plug
Tell me the doc that's writing you up
Poppin your Perc's, tippin' your cup
Sprite with the lean, curing the cut
But tell me who gets paid on the back end
Who gets paid on the front
Blood runs through bloodlines
That harvest blood like blood drives
The floodgates got opened up
That hush money couldn't keep em quiet
All the blood diamonds in Africa
Couldn't halt the plague, they spread aids
Made money off the medicine
Provided "aide" helped dig the graves
Ask the thirteen what they drink
When they're thirsty
Thicker than the well-fluoridated water worthy
Of discussion cause the accusations are unnerving
Sacrificial virgin plasma, innocent and undeserving
Of the torturous vultures that control the debt, control the fed
They know that a mockingbird will only say what has been said
So they orchestrate a narrative
And coordinate with media
They know that it's imperative
The masses are believing them
Between the lines, deceits with the eyes
Of elites with a slice, 300 piece pie
Greased on the spot
Got guns, got spies
Unleash their whole flock
CIA alibis
Heat on your block
Question their crimes
Might lock you up and never indict
Censor your speech, strip you of rights
Iron you out, a wrinkle in time
Twinkling eyes wide with surprise
Stained with the tears that never will dry
Falling from grace, a piece of the sky
Fell on her face, an angel arrived
Depending who wins few will survive
Dueling with demons a death that's designed
All in their plan, all in due time
Under the moon it grew on a vine
Not to be shrewd, the mood will wasn't right
Not to be rude, but you ain't having my life
Ski mask with a flashlight
Get them bands right
Hit the hash pipe
In a battle for our minds
Dark vs light
Send me the link
I am the plug
Walk from the dark
Lighten you up
Earth is abundant
Kindness and love
Drink from her breast
Whether the flood
Drink from her breast
Whether the flood
Send me the link
I am the one
Blood made of water
Trees for my lungs
Peace to the world
Life for the young
Move from the dark
Light when it's done
Lighting it up
Light when it's done
Man down
This is not a game - Martial Law mothaf
This is not a game - Martial Law mothaf
Is it red? Blue
Got pills in the booth
Head full of Xan'
Watching MSM news
Send me the link, who got the plug
Not what you think, new type of drug
Have you a drink, sip you some blood
Feed the elite, fear of the young
Give you the strength, do what you love
Long as you sink, spirit above
Devil may wink, gift you a glove
Then in a blink, control of your tongue
Giving goals - platinum, gold
Belly, home, pockets full
Evaded trolls, paid tolls
Toll is your soul, bank swoll
Feed on fears of sick, poor
Breading tears, adrenaline pours
Out of the gland, onto the floor
What color's the X that painted the door
Is it Red? Blue
Got pills in the booth
Head full of Xan
Watching MSM news
Send me the link, who got the plug
Tell me the doc that's writing you up
Poppin your Perc's, tippin' your cup
Sprite with the lean, curing the cut
But tell me who gets paid on the back end
Who gets paid on the front
Blood runs through bloodlines
That harvest blood like blood drives
The floodgates got opened up
That hush money couldn't keep em quiet
All the blood diamonds in Africa
Couldn't halt the plague, they spread aids
Made money off the medicine
Provided "aide" helped dig the graves
Ask the thirteen what they drink
When they're thirsty
Thicker than the well-fluoridated water worthy
Of discussion cause the accusations are unnerving
Sacrificial virgin plasma, innocent and undeserving
Of the torturous vultures that control the debt, control the fed
They know that a mockingbird will only say what has been said
So they orchestrate a narrative
And coordinate with media
They know that it's imperative
The masses are believing them
Between the lines, deceits with the eyes
Of elites with a slice, 300 piece pie
Greased on the spot
Got guns, got spies
Unleash their whole flock
CIA alibis
Heat on your block
Question their crimes
Might lock you up and never indict
Censor your speech, strip you of rights
Iron you out, a wrinkle in time
Twinkling eyes wide with surprise
Stained with the tears that never will dry
Falling from grace, a piece of the sky
Fell on her face, an angel arrived
Depending who wins few will survive
Dueling with demons a death that's designed
All in their plan, all in due time
Under the moon it grew on a vine
Not to be shrewd, the mood will wasn't right
Not to be rude, but you ain't having my life
Ski mask with a flashlight
Get them bands right
Hit the hash pipe
In a battle for our minds
Dark vs light
Send me the link
I am the plug
Walk from the dark
Lighten you up
Earth is abundant
Kindness and love
Drink from her breast
Whether the flood
Drink from her breast
Whether the flood
Send me the link
I am the one
Blood made of water
Trees for my lungs
Peace to the world
Life for the young
Move from the dark
Light when it's done
Lighting it up
Light when it's done
Man down
This is not a game - Martial Law mothaf
Writer: Benjamin Weigel
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid