[Intro]

And so when you look from that perspective, they don't have the whole picture

A long time ago, we were talking about the process of putting a puzzle together or not having all the pieces, and as we see the pieces, we try to make a match, and sometimes they don't match, and they don't make sense

And when you find a missing piece all of a sudden, you get, uh, really understand what the pictures about secret

(The dirty little secret)

(Some might be surprised to learn that the fate of America's economy is a dirty little secret)

[Chorus]

Today, tomorrow, six months, next year

They have always held the keys to your fears (The dirty little secret)

Fast-forward, decades later, blood, sweat and tears are shed to the Creator

But it was all made-up

Generation after generation, tell me what changes

History keeps repeating itself for ages (The dirty little secret)

[Verse 1]

He was driving a Tesla model S playing loud music

He drove into an EMP storm and got electrocuted

Trust fund lawyers were recruited, lawsuits were instituted

“The electric car killed him”, prove it!

Quantum evolution, quantum conducive

Quantum revolution rap music, quantum electrocution

Transformed him into a mutant, infrared eyesight lucid

Sharpen the picture, fine-tune it or lose it

God’s gift, optic oculus rift; look around your environment

But keep your composure, now what do you think?

I think it’s all gone to shit, these problems can’t be fixed

I think the only solution is reset

They say comply or die, regroup on your side

Or mine and stop making excuses about why

Keep an eye on the micro, but notice the macro

The bottom line is, our slave masters are assholes

[Chorus]

Today, tomorrow, six months, next year

They have always held the keys to your fears (The dirty little secret)

Fast-forward, decades later, blood, sweat and tears are shed to the Creator

But it was all made-up (The dirty little secret)

It ain’t today, tomorrow, six months, or next year

They enjoy playing off of all our fears

Fast-forward, decades later, blood, sweat and tears are shed to the Creator

We don’t worship no paper (The dirty little secret)

[Verse 2]

Preach, the higher the peak, the lower we are forced to dig deep

The best outcome is always out of reach

Do you agree to disagree about hope? Course you don’t

Believe everything they see, you’ll never see through the smoke

You say you know the ledge, that’s just a theoretical edge

To make the world a better place you need more than a pledge

Trust no one, even yourself

And this includes the person giving, receiving or needing some help

But you sold them your soul and they stretched out your donut hole

You only know what you were told, not what you behold

The collapse is simultaneously triggered

Now you know what it feels like to be a statistic

Poor sons of bitches ain’t allowed to make decisions

We’re middle-class midgets living off of Third World figures

They say the economy’s grown

But if you look, there’s more vacant homes than homeless people living on the road (The dirty little secret)

[Chorus]

Today, tomorrow, six months, next year

They have always held the keys to your fears

Fast-forward, decades later, blood, sweat and tears are shed to the Creator

But it was all made-up (The dirty little secret)

It ain’t today, tomorrow, six months, or next year

They enjoy playing off of all our fears

Fast-forward, decades later, blood, sweat and tears are shed to the Creator

We don’t worship no paper (The dirty little secret)

[Verse 3]

You stop getting chances when you stop taking 'em

So just follow your orders, never question who’s making them

“Let us hold hands, let us pray with him”

Excuse me, what’s your name again? “Okay, we’ll have another round of Jameson

Drink up, rejoice, let’s pretend we always have a choice

'Cause we sure as hell never had a voice”

The day of reckoning, your last will and testament

Text-messaging, emergency services still testing pings

Black Swan psychologists could’ve been worse, they could’ve been communists

Objection sustained, McCarthyism, counselor

A complete monopoly, this is proper hip-hop verbosity

Show you how it be and how it look to me

They build, destroy, recycle, that’s how they get it done

Vocal percussions, no interruptions

Perfection, soundproof coffins, the haunted eavesdrop too often

It’s always me and the Lord when I’m talking

Taking long walks on winter beaches, falling

With splinters and blisters and the sound of whispering torment

The guillotines are sharpening, their background music is ominous

Laying there naked dying from insomnia

Hungry ‘cause they starving us, gun sentries, hall monitors

Droning and daunting, my dear long-armed darlings

We are death-marching, ritual, sinister, barefoot prisoners

Dig a hole so POWs can shit in it

Prisoners during peacetime, peaceful and primitive

We never could understand, what the fuck is a derivative?

Admit it: we were all deceived with such relative ease

Only because we dared to dream

They stole control with a single act of multiple hacks

They were literal, visceral, non-physical attacks

City-wide but then the chaos metastasized to the countryside

We cried, our Bill of Rights were nullified

So miserable, so sad, I don’t ever think I’ve felt this bad

Feelings are emotions, emotions are scams

Wealth intimidates poor people more than violence

So they hide it, I’ve been on both sides of the fence

The common man changed to behave as a slave

Reading Elliott waves in a daze on a Forex page

When Braveheart was brought to King’s Court, he was shackled in chains

I heard him say, “That was an unwinnable game” (Unwinnable game)

[Outro]

Simple put, the plan..

The plan is to create this rush to take dirty little secret like passengers from sinking ship to lifeboats

Once the lifeboats are filled to capacity, they will be sunk

The takeover of America's already happened

The collaborators have already been installed

We are now on a path to complete subjugation of a larger global system of governance

If you continue to doubt this, how else would you explain the governmental acquiescence of self-destruction?

And who will attempt to discredit the validity of the information offered here?

The more intellectually astute will look beyond the statistics of it for [?] consumption

Not only to identify the deliberately manipulated data, but to understand what is actually driving these false hopes, figures, and data

It is a magic show, and many are still captivated by the magician's many diversions

It is a magic show, and many are still captivated by the dirty little secret