[Intro: General Zod - Superman II ] Yes, today begins a new order. Your lands, your possessions, Your very lives will be gladly given in tribute to me. In return for your obedience, you will enjoy my generous protection. In other words, you will be allowed to live. [Verse 1] Yo, Freedoms been overthrown by Skull and Bones scroll and key, Lunatics, upside down crucifix on their rosary, It's the home of the brave, land of the supposed free, And Trilateral Commission expeditions overseas, Opposing me's a socially accepted secret known to me, The Jason Group mistakes the truth as its golden fleece, Am I supposed to believe masons who have a mixture, Of Satan and Catholic scripture, traded some gas to Hitler? Should I believe when your forefather's Jack the Ripper? And you worship statues in the forest to practise Wicca, I seen it unfold, summer season, reading a scroll, Translating masons speakin' in code at Bohemian Grove, Prince Bernard of the Netherlands left some evidence, And the Bilderberg chose our presidents ever since, Veteran Illuminati invaded the Scottish Rite, Denounced god and Christ, worshipped man, and forgot the light, So I got to fight, coz' I don't care how it sounds, The CIA planted C4 to bring the towers down, Planes hit, a weapon's born trackin' us with Echelon, When a video exists of a missile hitting the pentagon, What a masterpiece, the past repeats, it's never gone, In daddy's footsteps junior re-enacts Desert Storm, Like let's get it on, act righteous, cause a fast crisis, Double gas prices and blame the fact we tax-hyped it, But observing optics can see through a vermin's logic, To just turn a profit and fatten Halliburton's pockets, Making Satan's fire lakes out a higher place, So this time I break, there's only so much I can take. [Hook x2] Here's the truth, we the people have been seeing your attempts, And realized we the ones you declared war against, Here's the truth, I refuse to have you controlling me, With my faith in a bunch of snakes I just don't believe, [Verse 2] The holy Roman crown is sacred and it seems the House of David, Left Black Nobility and Jesus somehow related, Black don't refer to the colour of these cowards faces, Their powder pasted skin makes them the proudest racists, Illuminated lineage on lonely chromosomes, Known for seeking the return of the holy Roman throne, Committee of 300 call the shots close to home, Tappin' in your mobile phones, matchin' up your vocal tones, It's your darkest belief, started with Harvard's elite, And Yale's fraternal orders marketing the mark of the beast, Deceiving as a demon playing the part of a priest, Habsburg's causing famine while we starve in the streets, Old School psychology basing fate on numerology, The newest colony and Lucifer's future prophecy In aristocracy with souls in the devils hands, And architecture plans, city streets designed as pentagrams, Hidden cams on every inch of this blessed land, A Verichip GPS attached to your genetic strands, But I'll be damned if I allow some coward to drown me, In the powers he proudly learned from Aleister Crowley, Coz' outta' my county on the turnpike, word life, There's Nazi propaganda promoting Bush's Third Reich, Turn right at the left wing and find these coke leaders, Then expose FEMA before you take The Fall like colt severs, No Geneva Convention peace treaty will be safe, When the elite make a one world government police state, I know y'all relate and even I hope I'm wrong, But I know I'm not, coz' I know what the fuck is going on. [Hook x2]
..vivemos uma distopia quando poderiamos viver uma utopia e o apocalipse não vai chegar.. ..o alocAPIpse já chegou e é esta distopia que nos forçamos viver.. ..como naquelas alturas.. ..aquelas quando não queremos ir, mas acabamos por nos dar de conta que já lá estamos! Chamemos-lhe contradições possíveis, mas é claro que nada passa de ilusão.. Puft..
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03 June 2015
Earth emergency exits??
Pois é, onde estão as saídas de emergência da Terra? Onde??
Novamente, é favor abrir os olhos e ver o que se passa a volta!! Agradecido..
"funy dance" (só para descontrair um bocado)
The Hacker Manifesto
The following was written shortly after my arrest... (+++The Mentor+++)
\/\The Conscience of a Hacker/\/
Written on January 8, 1986
Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers.
"Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal",
"Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering"...
Damn kids. They're all alike.
But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's technobrain,
ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made
him tick,what forces shaped him, what may have molded him?
I am a hacker, enter my world... Mine is a world that begins with school...
I'm smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me...
Damn underachiever. They're all alike.
I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth
time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work.
I did it in my head..."
Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike.
I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool.
It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up.
Not because it doesn't like me... Or feels threatened by me...
Or thinks I'm a smart ass... Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here...
Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.
And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through
the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is
sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found.
"This is it... this is where I belong..."
I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to
them, may never hear from them again... I know you all...
Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...
You bet your ass we're all alike... We've been spoon-fed baby food at school
when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through
were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored
by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils,
but those few are like drops of water in the desert.
This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the
beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying
for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and
you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek
after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color,
without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals.
You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us
and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals.
Yes, I am a criminal.
My crime is that of curiosity.
My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like.
My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.
I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto.
You may stop this individual, but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.