*CHORUS*
With the Bear at Left,
and the Dragon at Right,
The Eagle's boxed into,
a Detrimental Fight.
The Hounds on the prowl,
with the Scent of a Wolf,
The Feds Knocking Heads,
with the Dog Hogs Hoof.
The Armageddon is Fought,
in a full circle Bout,
American Dream's steaming,
in a Teapots Spout.
[*Hook* - (smooth rap)]
Now peep the Acronyms,
on the Display,
China, Russia and the U S A.
Criminal Headquarters Influencing,
Nations Assassination,
Through a Viruses Deadly,
Infectious Elimination.
Retribution Unleashing,
Sniper Scenarios,
Imploding America,
into diminished Dineros.
Unscrupulous Shame Abound,
& a Unanimous Sin Abhor,
In the Home of the Brave,
from the Sea to the Shore.
*Verse*
Stepping in a room,
pictures on a Wall,
T-shirts of Blood & Dirt,
Name frames down a Hall.
Hackers on a Highway,
through hells Corridor,
In a dark mountain cave,
to booby trapped to Explore.
Like chickens picking Corn,
in a barnyard of Guns,
Plenty unseen Bombs,
exploding in Crumbs.
Claymores on Tour,
with a mount of Sores,
Unleashed in the Pores,
entering foreclosed Doors.
In the Age of Destiny,
Septuagenarians Arise,
& Arsenals of Enemy Forces,
arrive in the Skies.
Just like an Em be cile,
facing Frugality,
Living in Fear of,
the surrounding Brutality.
[*pause* - (piano melody)]
*Verse*
Governmental officials,
Serenading Simplicity,
Offering bribes in Thriftiness,
without a Hippity Dippity.
Yelling and Screaming,
Suffering Succotash,
From the hurting pains,
of a Passionate Cash Bash.
The outcome so Tricky,
in Disguised Books,
Like Facial Feminization,
to hide Masculine Looks.
And the Masquerade,
of the Escapade,
Revealed and Unveiled,
the Fade of the Shade.
According to the News,
is it Liable in the Practical,
Or Undeniably Compliable,
in the Rites of the Amicable.
Cynically challenged,
like waddling in Quicksand,
Abandoned Financially,
by slighted Underhand.
[*pause* - (Organ serenade)]
*Verse*
The Conniving & Cunning,
of a Slick Oil Slide,
A walking Contradiction,
on a Dragon Queen Ride.
Came in with the Tide,
ran out with the Wave,
Like a stake in Dracula's Heart,
in a Daylights Grave.
An Indubious Battle,
against enemy Forces,
Once Allies as Spies,
Return of Karma's Courses.
Indubitably driven,
by a Political Thorn, a:
Thistle to launch a Missile,
Ashes in a National Urn.
Shouting Burn Baby Burn,
causing bodily Harm,
A Roach sneak Approach,
from a Raid Can Alarm.
*Closing*
From a Nuclear Radiation,
Massive Darkness Outburst,
To a throat drink of poison,
taken in a Greed Thirst.
There's no quenching,
the unfiltered Hydration,
To appease the release,
of a worldwide Castration.
Looking for Allies,
in a pre-planned Plight,
But who you gonna call,
in a Detrimental Fight.....
Of Sellouts and no Bailouts....
MCREV
