Subliminal Oppression Lyrics & Chords By Has-lo

As I define the mystery in your religion
To help you understand the metaphor within the written
You take it literal when it’s really historical and part fiction
To resurrect a man when they killed him
To bring him out Gehenna into the physical realm that we live in
Condemn us in flame is there a difference?
If Pope John Paul the 2nd would tell us “hell is a man who kept relation to god and himself separate” how would heaven move beyond a psychological place?
How could the medium between a man and god be a saint?
I guess the body of Christ is bread of life, while the fish’ll be the knowledge he gained
Is the meaning of life belying belief, or is the lord overseeing the work that he created, hate what I became?
Before Osama came, they probably thought the antichrist was Sodom Hussein
While the clairvoyant is saying the angel in the book of revelations’ll turn the sky a color bright as gun powder and flame
Is your future within optical range?
It seems strange, just maintain
The priest telling you lies that sound true
Try and control me, try and control you
The preacher telling you lies that sound true
Try and control me, try and control you
Believe half of what you see, none of what you hear
The organized church putting lies in the air that sound true
To keep your mind in a zoo
Try and control me, try and control you
And we have to offset that. They have their own particular brand of, uh, sick theology that helps drug. You see? Drug the mass, drug the human child
Someday we’ll be kings and queens like we’re meant to be
Visions of us occupying the throne offend the weak
I know I wasn’t put here for academics and getting degrees
But I can either live in the street, or die in the booth
Lookin for some kinda respect as if I’m ‘Pac holdin his iron in Juice
Are you loyal and you finding your crew is your threat?
‘cause little shorty with the tre-eight can pop you and jet
When your obvious threat and worse enemy is you
The pleaure in fear is novelty yet, you still chase it
Lust for money and chains is really ancient
It ain’t switch, though the style and form of wealth changes
Like gold to platinum, linoleum or wooden grain dance floors
From cardboard and back spins
Does your lifestyle reflect within your actions, or would you rather keep it hidden?
They say Allah’s children; arise out of the womb of black women
And 1/99 was my year of understanding
And number 3 is just that. You multiply nine 3 times
And god’s born through your wisdom
Your bloodline reinvented and still livin
They say when you die, you’re sucked through a tube or a vacuum
Of bright light and tunnel vision, to judge us
Could physical death be like prison?
Well if it is then, one day we’ll all do a stint but for now just live, live, live
The priest telling you lies that sound true
Try and control me, try and control you
The preacher telling you lies that sound true
Try and control me, try and control you
Believe half of what you see, none of what you hear
The organized church putting lies in the air that sound true
To keep your mind in a zoo
Try and control me, try and control you