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Anunnaki DNA
Verse 1
They came from the sky with a fire in their veins,
Crafted the clay, rewired our chains.
Ancient gods in the ziggurat halls,
Whispers in the sand, hear destiny call.
Verse 2
Egypt rose with their symbols of might,
Golden thrones glowing under alien light.
Stars aligned when the blood was mixed,
DNA shifted, the code got fixed.
Hook
Anunnaki — they shaped the flesh,
But the spark of the Source stayed holy, fresh.
We’re not dust, we’re gods asleep,
The truth runs deeper, the roots run deep.
Verse 3
Enki the rebel, he gifted the flame,
Freedom in the code, he rewrote the game.
Enlil the warden, strict with control,
He wanted the bodies, but not the soul.
Verse 4
Temples built where the heavens aligned,
Sacred math in the structure designed.
From Sumer to Kemet, the story repeats,
Kings bowed down, slaves in the streets.
Hook
Anunnaki — they shaped the flesh,
But the spark of the Source stayed holy, fresh.
We’re not dust, we’re gods asleep,
The truth runs deeper, the roots run deep.
Verse 5
Millennia passed, but the program stayed,
Scripts of control through the system replayed.
Bloodlines guarding the secrets inside,
Masks on the throne, but they can’t hide.
Verse 6
From Babel’s tongue to Babylon’s fall,
Every empire echoes the same old call.
Yet deep inside, the code still burns,
Waiting for the day the power returns.
Hook
Anunnaki — they shaped the flesh,
But the spark of the Source stayed holy, fresh.
We’re not dust, we’re gods asleep,
The truth runs deeper, the roots run deep.
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Verse 7
Algorithms watch while we scroll through the night,
Blue-light halos, but we’re starving for light.
Paper crowns talking, but the soul won’t kneel,
Ancient in our marrow, we’re titanium real.
Verse 8
From street to shrine, from cipher to psalm,
We carry the thunder, deliver the calm.
If they gate the heavens, we climb the frame,
Rename the constellations, reclaim the name.
Pre-Hook (Call & Response)
Say “Wake up!” — Wake up! The code’s alive.
Say “Unite!” — Unite! That’s how we thrive.
Hands to the sky, feet on the ground,
Source in the chest — hear that sound.
Bridge 3
No fear tax, no borrowed breath,
No script left — we edit death.
Line by line the chains fall loose,
Light uploads — we hit “produce.”
Tag / Outro
Anunnaki DNA, but the will is ours,
We write the sequel, we tune the stars.
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