Kay Perry: I Sold my Soul to the Devil

August 30, 2010

She had a gospel album when she was 15 and wanted to be the next “Amy Grant” but since that did not work out she “sold her soul to the devil”. Good girl gone bad.

Shakira Knows

August 23, 2010

by DuWayne Charles

NOVEMBER 22, 2002. Colombian pop superstar, Shakira, struck a blow for world peace Wednesday night at her sold out Madison Square Garden concert.

While the cross-over sensation sang, in Spanish, the acid lyrics of her song “Octavo Día” (Eighth Day), an intentionally crummy video showing puppets of Saddam Hussein and George Bush playing chess was projected on a giant screen.

As chess game and music got increasingly frantic, the Hussein and Bush puppets replaced the chessmen with weapons and oil wells.

In the high-decibel, guitar wailing end, the puppets lost control of the game and the puppeteer was revealed as the Grim Reaper.

“Bite the neck of hatred” was the last message on the screen at the end of the concert. A clear and stylish message.

Eat your heart out, Al Mealymouthed Gore!

The Game + My Life – Lyrics Decoded

July 24, 2010

The Game My Life lyrics

Punk ass mothafuckah, get your ass up

What’chu was goin do? Kill me in my sleep you bitch ass nigga?

Tupac, Biggie! Shut the fuck up! Fucking dogs barking and shit…

Fuck you nigga!

(Chorus) (Lil Wayne)

And I’m grindin’ til I’m tired

They say “You ain’t grindin’ til you tired”

So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide

Looking to find

A way

Through the day

A life

For the night

Dear Lord

You’ve done took so many of my people but I’m just wonderin’ why

You haven’t taken my life

Like what the hell am I doing right?

My life…

(The Game)

Take me away from the hood like a state penitentiary

Take me away from the hood in the casket or a Bentley

Take me away

Like I overdosed on cocaine

Or take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobain

Suicide, I’m from a Windy City, like “Do or Die”

From a block close to where Biggie was crucified

That was Brooklyn’s Jesus

Shot for no fuckin’ reason

And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces?

Cause that’s Jesus people

And The Game, he’s the equal

Hated on so much, “The Passion of Christ” need a sequel

Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed Sigel

Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle

I need some meditation, so I can leave my people

They askin’ “Why?” Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?

And why every hood nigga feed off evil?

Answer my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

(Chorus) (Lil Wayne)

And I’m grindin’ til I’m tired

They say “You ain’t grindin’ til you tired”

So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide

Looking to find

A way

Through the day

A life

For the night

Dear Lord

You’ve done took so many of my people but I’m just wonderin’ why

You haven’t taken my life

Like what the hell am I doing right?

My life

(The Game)

We are not the same, I am a Martian

So approach my Phantom doors with caution

You see them 24’s spinnin’, I earned them

And I ain’t no preacher, but here’s my Erick Sermon

So eat this black music, and tell me how it taste now

And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it ain’t about race now

Sometimes I think about my life with my face down

Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile

Damn, I know his momma’s proud

And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now

And like MJB, “No More Drama” now

Livin’ the good life, me and Common on common ground

I spit crack and niggas could drive it outta town

Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I’m never outta bounds

My life used to be empty like a glock without a round

Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds

(Chorus) (Lil Wayne)

And I’m grindin’ ’til I’m tired

They say “You ain’t grindin’ ’til you tired”

So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide

Looking to find

A way

Through the day

A life

For the night

Dear Lord

You’ve done took so many of my people but I’m just wonderin’ why

You haven’t taken my life

Like what the hell am I doing right?

My life

(The Game)

Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front

With the high beams on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts

Listening to the “Chronic” album, playing backwards

Shootin’ at pictures of Don Imus for target practice

My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood

I’m from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge

Made my grandmother pray for good

And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could

Ain’t no bars, but niggas can’t escape the hood

They took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood

But it’s real niggas like me, that make the hood

Ridin’ slow in that Phantom just the way I should

With the top back

In my Sox hat

I’m paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn’t stop that

Even if they brought the nigga Pac back

I’d still keep this motherfucker cocked back

(Chorus) (Lil Wayne)

And I’m grindin’ til I’m tired

They say “You ain’t grindin’ til you tired”

So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide

Looking to find

A way

Through the day

A life

For the night

Dear Lord

You’ve done took so many of my people but I’m just wonderin’ why

You haven’t taken my life

Like what the hell am I doing right?

My life…

My life…

My life…

My life…

You can buy Game’s jacket at Secret Society NYC.

Taylor Swift at the Scottish Rite Cathedral

July 14, 2010

Taylor Swift recorded the video for her song Change at the Scottish Rite Cathedral in Indianapolis. At the very beginning of the video you can see the owl god Moloch hidden in the window architecture. The windows behind her show different Masonic degrees and lessons. Thankfully, Taylor doesn’t throw the devil horns in the air. You can see she wants to so badly, but I guess she refrains out of respect to her Christian fans.

There is an owl in the corner of the one dollar bill. At Bohemian Grove the elite worship a giant stone owl. The owl is a symbol of wisdom. It can see in the dark and its head can turn 360 degrees.

Muse: Invincible Song Interpretation

July 13, 2010

I believe that this is a love song, but not in the traditional sense. The love is that he has for his fellow man, and specifically the individual listener who cares to truly listen and understand his somewhat cryptic message.

The song starts off as a dedication of sorts, to the moment that we have all been in when it seems like all is lost and there is no hope. The last line in this verse reminds the listener to remember that he/she is unique and that this reason alone is enough to fight and live on.

“Follow through
Make your dreams come true
Don’t give up the fight
You will be alright
‘Cause there’s no one like you in the universe ”

The next verse is almost akin to speech at a political rally, or a mass populist uprising. The music video for this song is basically a parody of Disney “It’s a small world” ride. Think of Howard Zinn’s “A People’s History of the United States” which tells a less censored view of what has really been going on all these years. At the end of the day, most people do not want to fight, but people seem to be constantly compelled for some reason or another.

Don’t be afraid
What your mind conceives
You should make a stand
Stand up for what you believe
And tonight
We can truly say
Together we’re invincible

Now, what is the struggle and who is “they” that will pull us down? Muse openly refers to conspiracy theories and the New world order, especially in connection with the B&R album. A little research into conspiracy theories will give you an idea of what the writer is referring to. I believe the “chance: we have to “turn things around” as a common people is the fact that there is a mass awakening occurring right now and that with so many people in “the know” now, we may be able to resist our tyrannical controllers.

During the struggle
They will pull us down
But please, please
Let’s use this chance
To turn things around
And tonight
We can truly say
Together we’re invincible

It is widely known that the traditional methods of resistance, that of organizing and having a leader has been self defeating. The only way to beat the system is to go it alone, be your own leader, trust yourself. He’s basically saying to the listener, just because I’m asking you to take a stand doesn’t mean I want you to think of me as your leader, just like any leader, he can’t possibly care about you more than you do. And finally, there is no reason to fear death because the soul lives on.

Do it on your own
It makes no difference to me
What you leave behind
What you choose to be
And whatever they say
Your souls unbreakable

If you want to know about “the struggle” and who “they” may be, check out prisonplanet.com, cuttingthroughthematrix.com and you tube stuff like NWO, Jordan Maxwell, Alex Jones, Fema Death Camps, etc…

–written by AllSeeingD

Drake’s Illuminati Shirt

July 2, 2010

Drake raps: “All seeing eye, my eyes seen it all”, while wearing a shirt with a pyramid on it. Does Drake read up on the Illuminati? Their occult secrets are all available on the internet. Has Drake been illuminated by the light of Lucifer or is he still in the dark?

Drake is a rich kid from the Beverly Hills of Toronto. I’ve read a few conspiracy theories that Drake is part of the Illuminati. Even though he’s a Jew, I don’t think he’s a member of any secret society. He’s too young. I think he wore the shirt because he is against the New World Order. Then again he is a Jew. Lying is like breathing to Satan’s kids.

Muse: MK Ultra

June 30, 2010

The wavelength gently grows,
Coercive notions re-evolve,
A universe is trapped inside a tear,
It resonates the core,
Creates unnatural laws,
Replaces love and happiness with fear

How much deception can you take?
How many lies will you create?
How much longer until you break?
You mind’s about to fall

And they are breaking through,
They are breaking through,
Now we’re falling,
We are losing control

Invisible to all,
The mind becomes a wall.
All of history deleted with one stroke

How much deception can you take?
How many lies will you create?
How much longer until you break?
Your mind’s about to fall

And they are breaking through,
They are breaking through,
Now we’re falling,
We are losing control

Soulja Boy – Third Eye Open

June 22, 2010

In the video for “Third Eye Open” (where he raps that he’s the “zeitgeist”), Soulja Boy Tell ‘Em takes it to the golf course on Spring Break. He flashes the horns and the A-Ok 666 hand signs.

Sade Soldier of Love Interpretation by Judah

June 19, 2010

When I saw that Sade was coming back out, I was suspicious but I decided to wait because she is a very sublime artist both lyrically and visually. People have to understand that the top artists in music coordinate album releases and video imagery based on their belief in esoteric and pagan theologies, predominantly Hindu and Buddhist worship of the “heavenly bodies”. Therefore they re-emerge based on planetary alignments and times that bear astrological significance. This is why their albums MUST come out on dates like “9/11″, “3/1/10″, etc. In this video there is more of the “Saturn” theme that has been so popular with artists since Jay-Z’s “D.O.A.” video. Even her name, “Sade”, denotes the planet Saturn because Saturn’s ominous planetary movement through the constellations of Capricorn, Aquarius, and Pisces is known as the “SADE sati” in Hindu astrology. Her fans and those without understanding will say that “Sade” is an abbreviation of her African name, but it is what it is lol. The video has the same theme as many of Rihanna’s recent videos, which is having the artist play the “drill seargeant” i.e. prepare the easily duped for spiritual war and revolution to restore their “king” to his throne, Saturn a.k.a. Satan. She is a “Soldier of Love”, meaning that she fervently believes in the god of this world, because in esoteric teachings, the belief is that Satan “loved” mankind, which is why they believe he taught mankind of the tree of knowledge thus “liberating” mankind from God’s Laws. Notice that Sade’s first big hit was the single “Your LOVE is KING”. The still image used to represent that song was her dressed in all-black, holding a “King of Spades” (the “spade” represents death) playing card.

The start of the video has someone shining a light in the darkness (illuminating the masses), and then Sade speaks about how she has lost the use of her “heart” (meaning she has lost the full knowledge, wisdom, and understanding that she had when her god, Saturn, was in power). As someone else already noted, the “pale horse” of Revelation the 6th. chapter makes a cameo, as it did in the Beyonce “Sweet Dreams video”. In the scriptures, the “pale horse” represents the so-called white man given the power to rule for a dispensation of time under the authority of Satan. This is why the “pale horse” is the emblem of the elite group, the “Lucis Trust”, but that is another topic. In this video; the pale horse represents her lover, her King, Saturn a.k.a. Satan. She attempts to lasso the horse (re-consummate the relationship they had) until she can ride the horse, meaning rule as a queen in his kingdom i.e. the New World Order. She reiterates the phrase “wild wild west” because in the eyes of the illuminated, they are in a dark age in which they are surrounded by the masses of people that have no understanding. In other words, this land is a barren wasteland due to the lack of knowledge. They must “shine the light”, which is subliminally teach the people of the tree of knowledge. At 2:40 of the video, the white man approaches her (representing Satan, as the white man should lol), she refuses his advances until he takes off her veil, and then they come together i.e. she “dances with the devil”. After her dance, she is transfigured and her outfit changes to a shining silver. She has been illuminated. She pledges her devotion to her lord and awaits his return. In the meantime, she will continue to “train her soldiers”, meaning push satanic doctrines and imagery through her music. At the end she lets off a shot to the sky to imply that she is killing the Most High.

King Jeremy (Inspired from Pearl Jam)

June 18, 2010

“Jeremy” The teacher called. It was his turn to speak. I have to say, I will never forget that day.

The poor kid.

They never told us why he did it, but I think I can figure out what had gone so wrong.

His problems started at home I think, just weeks before. His father must have lost his job or something, because he became abusive to Jeremy. In those weeks, months too maybe, he came into school having to hold himself together. His eye was almost always blackened, and his lip a bit swollen.What made matters worse was the fact that he didn’t have any friends to talk to about it, and the teachers never did anything for him.

After that first time it happened, the incident repeated. Every few days he would come into school with cuts and bruises, and the bullies tortured him because of it. Just taunting and teasing him, striving to add as much of their own brand of pain as possible.When they tried to hurt him they must have reminded him of his father, because the second they laid a hand on him, he lashed out. He beat one or two of them to tears before the teacher came to stop the fight. She didn’t phase him in the least, and he just attacked them too. Bit her I think. What ever he did, it was enough to have his period of suspension extended past the other boys. He was gone for two weeks, and now as I think about it, his father must have put him to about an inch of his life, because when he came back he was more than limping. He couldn’t possibly have been the same boy who had left. Before his suspension, there was a sadness, something telling that he still felt, but now…

Now he was scary…

Now you could feel his eyes on you. As though his furious gaze could pierce your body. There was this resentment towards everyone and everything. When he sat alone at lunch, he glared at all others. The bullies would pass him, and after that fight, they didn’t mess with him again. Either from fear he would attack back, or that look of hate he gave to them and everyone else. No one messed with him.

It went on for a while like this, the rage behind his eyes focusing in on the people around him. He didn’t speak to anyone, did his school work, and wasn’t called upon during the day to answer questions.

That is, until we were assigned a project.

I think it was something about family, which probably stung him harder than anything else, and you had to ask your parents questions. Presentation day came, and I distinctly remember him not having a project with him to enter the class. Thought it was strange, but assumed he was just being the regular old Jeremy. The bell rang, we all sat down, and we each presented our projects.

“Jeremy” the teacher called, it was his turn to speak. He stood from his desk, hand to his pocket, and walked up to the front of the room. Something changed in his eyes, he went from fury to a bitter sadness. I will never forget it for as long as I live. I was sitting in the front row, his face aimed towards the floor, and out from his pocket he pulled a gun. The teacher flew back in her chair, “Oh shit”. How professional really… He didn’t wait at all, not a second, but moved the gun to his chin, and looked straight to the sky. A tear rolled down his face as he put both hands on the trigger. The next few seconds felt like hours, not a person could move until he pulled that trigger. It hurt. He blinked and squinted his eyes and it finally released. His brains flew and hit the chalk board, his knees buckled beneath him, and he fell to the floor. Not a person in the room moved, we were all shocked by the scene before us. Jeremy had shot himself.

I guess they could hear the gunshot down the hall because the principal burst into the room, ready to try and protect the students. When he saw Jeremy his knees buckled too, though I’m sure there wasn’t a pistol involved.

My shirt was wet, and I knew that I had gotten blood on me, but I couldn’t turn away. I really didn’t turn to look away until the paramedics came to move him. They worked so fast, like its normal. Following the paramedics were the police, and following them the news reporters. The Officers took us to separate places, giving us things like soda and candy to calm us down, and asked questions about what had happened. They scribbled down notes about what we were saying, occasionally offering to stop if we needed a moment to breath. One or two of the girls in the class actually started screaming, and a boy crawled into a ball crying. Everyone reacted in their own time, but I guess it just came to the fact I was the closest person to Jeremy when it happened. Perhaps I was under the largest amount of shock out of anyone. We were dismissed from school early, and I went home to tell my parents what happened. They erupted in fear and tears asking if I was alright. I told them I was, and it wasn’t a lie.

It wasn’t until later that night that what had happened truly hit me. My mother came into the room, hushing me to sleep as I sobbed into her arms. I couldn’t sleep at all that night. I was having nightmares.

There is nothing in this world like seeing someone die.

That next day, over the announcements, the principal told the school a very very toned down version of what had actually happened. Told us that a boy named Jeremy had been shot the previous day, and that there was a funeral to be held tomorrow.

I went to that funeral. I don’t know why I did it, and my parents objected to it at first, but I just thought that someone should go to see him. When we pulled up to the funeral home, there was not a person in there. We talked to the attending door man to make sure we were on the right date, and he assured us we were. Jeremy’s parents came, as did three of his other relatives. Not a single person out side of his family came to visit him that entire day. They were short handed, so my father offered to be a pallbearer for him, and we led off to the cemetery.

His parents didn’t cry. His father looked at his coffin with more disappointment than anything and his mother devoured the sympathy from the three others.

After a short sermon over the coffin, rushed by Jeremy’s father, they buried the poor boy once and for all. My parents wanted to leave, but I didn’t let them go. I told them that I had to stay. Jeremy’s family all left, and I felt it was safe to talk.

“Jeremy. I’m sorry. I should have stepped out, I should have said something. We all should have. Its all our fault. Now that you are rid of your parents, and the cruel cruel world you were born into, I hope you can rest easy. I hope to god that he understands what you went through and lets you go to heaven. I am just so sorry, but I fear it is to late. Jeremy, I will not forget you or what you went through. Jeremy, I hope the best for you. Good bye.”

The evil eye is watching in the background, and, if you watch carefully, there are alot of subliminals like the class giving a fascist salute. I remember this video was made after Bush the father’s war in Iraq

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