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The Empire

by Apparatus

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the government is defunct, like products from acme its designed to be unable to act practically woven like a tapestry out of fallacy strategy to lead you gradually into a state of apathy. half of its theater, the rest is pagentry. and behind all that, when you get to reality. its like archie bunker that shits all in the family except they fuck each other, like hillbilly daddies cousins, and anties uncles and grannys apparatus will embarras you, pull down your panties I dont like braggin about my salary the truth will be allusive like what happened in galillee apparatus took up rapping just to burn off the calories but now i use it as a knife to cut through the allergies call in the cavalry to burn down sweat shop factories cause machines can't use humans as fucking batteries mad at me, cause i'm not what you happen to be fuck it, i'm moving on like sundays after saturdays slappin emcees that can't value any truth bringin the proof from the four cornered vocal booth i see lies on the news everyday cover ups like the murder of jfk i hate the government and it'll stay that way until they pay for the way they behave so fuck george bush, and fuck obama. they're 2 sides of the same nickle. 2 lumps on this dill pickle. 2 pieces of the pie, 2 words in the riddle. they're told what to do, they're both stuck in the middle fuck it, let me keep it real simple check it out. pop like a pimple and disregard my ego lookin at these politicians knowin that they evil they make all the problems yet they claim to be the hero but they will never make it like shaq shootin a free throw
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dark beings at the top controllin your spirit mk ultra is devoted to promoting the gimic call me a cynic, the want you clones being led to your death like cults of jim jones lyrical vehicle for truth to individuals see through the political like its habitual spit somethin pivotal with deadly chemicals slap talking heads with the thoughts original apparatus baby, bending continuums. force fed simpletons caught in the pendulum dont know why we havent apprehended them must be brainwashing in the school curriculum food is grown in a lab like crack genetically spliced to give you heart attacks so take dna samples when children are born hands off my lettuce, carrots cabbage and corn factory farm beef full of cancer and rage a tenth of the population locked in a cage dont talk much shit just get through the maze and do a little damage to my nasal passageways think tanks funded by national supplements being loaned by banks to the federal government they are slow and steady acts are subsequent if you talk they stick you with capital punishment not talkin shit on american principles prolly better than chants at bohemian rituals dont be an imbecile presidents arent biblical they're all criminals, the shit is visible your brain must be described as clinical to live in a reality entirely fictional the age is digital, facts aren't all mythical but if half of you listen itll be a miracle i dont really give a shit what you believe regimes make interest every moment you breathe apparatus baby you better buy my cd or ill give ya mama adult onset diabetes and they wonder why i say things in this country shouldn't be this way i hate corruption and it'll stay that way down with the banksters and the cia
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The Letter 01:57
to whom it may concern, your government hates you, thats a fact and all of the recently legeslated acts are sicker than yeast infected urinary tracts. conduce your nerves make your heart contract. aparat is back, and im more demented than facist symbolism on the walls of the senate total control, thats the gameplan federal databases of biometric face scans i just don't belong in a society where we love control, but we fear the power thats above us all. let me break it down simply, we're animals we're the sheep being led blindfolded. with illuminati lions guarding the watering hole. the plan is slow but deadly like barnacles if they didn't use explosive during 911 then what the fuck happened to building 7 if you wonder what they gain from the issue phone taps paramilitary squads and microchips in you i just cant begin to eplain the depths of what we've got ourselves into they want to kill you off permanently like chemical sterlization without surgery secretly leaked into the water supply close your mouth, cover your ears and your eyes. that's fear in itself, immortalized. monkey see monkey do, monkey develop a habit. signed yours sincerely apparatus.
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im deadly like that chemical mixture they inject in the beef that ya wife just fixed ya cut ya to a sliver with a pair of scissors make the mic spark like broken light fixtures i see the truth, no third eye cataract and I'm destructive like a brand new pollutant introduced into a habitat apparatus have at that and wreak havok with damaging savage raps your not level, like the balance beams of justice and i bust muskets at governmental puppets who disregard the question and deny the subject and use doublespeak to pacify the public apparatus bitch, this is chemical warfare unleash it on the congress and hope there are more there then when it comes time to vote on a bill that doesn't include corporate kickbacks sponsored by shills sink back in delight until my soul hardens use ceos who got a bailout to work on my garden modern day slave labor like ig farben did together with the nazi third riech ill kill you and make sure your soul never reaches the light i delight in catastrophe, in the future they'll look back at me cry and ask me why so many innocent casualities ill reply mothafucka this is how it hadtabe im deadly, i spit chemical isotopes wrapped together in a technomusical kaliedescope die to vote spit sick jokes pretentiously slit throats defensively and my heart pumps fifths of hot venom continuously without a remedy corrupt toxic power located centrally so i stay up reading books on advanced chemisty unleash chemical warfare endlessly until freedom is guaranteed.
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Unusual 03:26
i'm not an over self righteous emcee use the mic to fly a kite despite the spitefully outright idiotic vermin who wanna start a fight with me grand jurys inditen me, and the trite wack rappas who would gladly stick a knife in me im talkin shit delightfully that could be the liquor, beer, weed, pills or the wine in me fuck the american blight stripping my rights from me and all these rap copycats, i call em siamese stipped down butt naked just to take a domestic flight it was a trip outside my head and i got in late last night back from my dreams to the obscene and overextreme evil gleam in the screen cause it completed its scheme internet censorship brought to you by the cia and google collecting data on every slave and calculating how he is useful dispute the proof because your blind to the truthful but shiiiiit im unnnnuusuuuaaaall back on the cypher, losin control poppin pills and bumpin 25 lighters ignite a thought to get inside my head so i grabbed a knife, but then realised i need a more perculiar and precise device somethin filled with life so i can gather my thoughts eat a bowl of remorse top off with hot sauce venemous reptiles with fake smiles and sharp claws wanna rip me off, they thinkin my skin is soft flip em off, light up a square and thats that microphone acrobat, got these cats settin traps cause they get mad my raps shine like buffed hubcaps and the shit just slaps like the twin towers collapse it gets stuck in your head like the thought of relapse like thoughts of suicide after takin prozak talking heads moving pictures glamor no facts but im inuuuusuaaall know that from the fiens and the junkies to the vaccines grown on the bodies of dead rotten monkeys pumped up with mercury to be mind numbing flooding into public schools and third would countries systematic genocide sterile soft kill methods police and military used as corporate leverage i need some weed and a fucking cold beverage before i divorce this country like 3/4th's of its marriages save the worst for the last fly past the fake ass snakes lay awake in the grass not even the hand of gods fate could save their ass it's too late destiny has been embedded in slate in the future we can suture up the ashes of these late great united states and it might be unusual but there's no more fuckin debate.
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i look at her across the table that we sittin at i can tell by the look exactly what shes gettin at little bit of blood run away from the brain lipstick stained cigarettes hit me with the disdain ya im feelin lonely i prolly wont get her tonight or the next night but shit im no quitter a lizard doesnt slither and a snake doesnt crawl id follow her to nepal but prolly not to city hall dont really know current warrant status but shit id rather stah home play it cool blow some cabbage maybe take a pill or two have a couple drinks im not slippin off the edge im mearly on the brink an arms length, plenty room to breathe and shes lookin back like she dont know what to believe baby take it eez, like the limbs in the breeze the trees always know wassup between the birds and the bees but tha decisions made, and its been forgiven from now on theres no more reasons to go on pretendin or we can keep livin like the missions set in stone im not prone to change home, shit id rather get stoned and the dance goes on and on and on on and on and on, on and on and on and the dance goes on and on and on on and on, and on nicotine goes good with a guillotine sentencing she likes it all natural doesn't fuck with antihistemines she likes a toyota doesn't need a limousine girl lets get it on like ottomans and the byzantines isralis and the phillistines, us and the phillipines and get smashed up to smitherines. Monks say it better.
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rap is wack lines, and marketing schemes. american citizens the krispy creme dream team. apparatus is obscene, and the rest of you are fuckin worthless like the appendex or spleen im fuckin mean, and thats a fact. cold hearted like whiskey pete killin kids in iraq. and old whiskey pete is just white phosphorous. wont stop until I rip hip hop out the sarcophagus. take your pregnant girl, inject her with aids. abort the fetus, then dig it up from the grave. reanimate your baby with reverse stigmata. send it back to your house strapped up like a suicide bomba. fuck obama, oh shit ya I said it. I bet ya granny just went into shock betta call up the medic. all I see is george bush in disguise. same 3 wars, and he gets the nobel peace prize. but shit I didn't vote, i dont care for elections. they're scripted and played out just like 911 bombs planted in the basement and the rest of the buildings. im comin up through raps floor just to rip out the ceiling. but you love the feelin of religious embodiment. being told what to do like a live studio audience. not considered genious, just common sense. so dont blame me when you bitches get played like accordians. I'm tape recordin' the cia terrorist supportin' cause fake news doesn't tell you whats important. I'm just reportin the truth, but not accordin' to the distorted views of new world order conformin' performin' abortions on whoever uses political extortion. to slice up a nice portion of a country absorbin' the natural resources, and any chance of affordin' a nice peaceful life.. Nobel peace prize awarden' bitches better get ready for swordsmen. that will chop their throats, reach down and painfully rip out the organs. nasty horsemen that will ride up, and take all their fortune, kill the demons that bore them, leave em an orphan, kill the most evil, let the rest be door men. make em live broke and alone like an exiled mormon. so fuck all the boring messianic adoring fuck corporate money hoarding and slave ship boarding sweat shop labor and ceo bonus rewarding inject em all with mercury! topped off with chlorine it's apparatus...

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Various collaborations and originals. Thoughts on the progress of politics and mankind.

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released November 11, 2011

Big credits to Mouthless, Cor Stidak, and sDope for the beats!

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I have been sent to this planet as a human organism to facilitate as a conduit a new form of hip hop.

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