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Ignite Know Your History

its knees The new world corporatocracy Better know your history History For the past to repeat Is your destiny History I know we're going to pay To history

its knees The new world corporatocracy Better know your history History For the past to repeat Is your destiny History I know we're going to pay To history

ask of you, if you're in your car, honk your horn Honk your horn to the rhythm We'd like to ask, if you're behind the desk at your job We'd like you to

[Music: Patrick] Do mourn, the glory days are gone Like roaches scattering under a beaming light Run out of history's backstage As your flags burn over

His name is "hay-zoos" but his pimp name is "gee-zus" Slapped a hoe to pieces with his plastic prosthesis "Nigga don't you know that I'm your daddy?"

matrix I won't be failin to make it This is my cosmos baby space sailin with Satan I heard it's not where your from it's where your carvin' your view

the words I manifest they will take you, sedate you, and I will stress upon you the need for, you all to feed your mind and soul, so you can lead your

is the message to all that can hear it if you got secret information now's the time to share it call your Congress woman, your Senator, your Mayor It

cape on Taboo truth to never kiss heaven Disaster on the prolific decline on unity A stone thrown by a bastard of misconception Better know your facts