Never No Truth

[Intro]
[Verse]
Yeah… you ever feel like it’s rinse and repeat?
Same playbook, same agency, same deceit.
Let’s go—
[Verse 1]
There’s an office on the hill, C-I-A in disguise,
Job description simple: manipulate, tell lies.
JFK in Dallas, Lee Harvey was the mark,
Never saw a courtroom, truth left in the dark.
Label every questioner “crazy conspiracy,”
It’s a weaponized tactic, designed for efficiency.
George Bush Senior—Langley ties in place,
In Dallas that day, but they scrubbed the face.
MLK shot down, who pulled that trigger?
FBI fingerprints—truth buried bigger.
RFK in the kitchen, Sirhan Sirhan blamed,
But MK-Ultra wrote that script in his brain.
[Hook]
Psychological operations, broadcast worldwide,
Spin the story on repeat, keep the truth denied.
Doesn’t matter if it’s holes you can see through clean,
Holdin’ up Swiss cheese, tellin’ you it’s American dream.
Ops for the masses, narratives tight,
We never get the answers, but we all know they lie.
[Verse 2]
9/11 clear skies, towers fell the same day,
Blamed on 19 men, but C-I-A play.
Hijacker’s passport—found without a scratch,
Are you buyin’ that script? That mission’s mismatched.
Covid hit—lockdowns, mandates, the fear,
Fauci in the spotlight, but he disappeared.
Never caught, never charged, just another man free,
Another Patsy protected by the system’s decree.
Now Luigi Mangione, CEO down,
Mask on the screen, man of mystery in town.
NYC cameras everywhere, but he ghosts?
Mission Impossible trick, patsy blamed the most.
[Hook]
Psychological operations, same dirty design,
Rewind the VHS, same tape every time.
History’s his story, written with deceit,
Truth in the crosshairs, silence on repeat.
[Verse 3]
Charlie Kirk shooter? Holes in the tale,
Numbers don’t add up, evidence frail.
Just another chapter in the book of disguise,
Doesn’t matter the event, the system never replies.
They keep runnin’ the script, from the ‘60s to today,
New names, same tactics, same wicked play.
JFK once warned, “shatter CIA glass,”
Into a million pieces—future, present, past.
But the pieces remain, still runnin’ the show,
And the truth we’ll never know… but at least we know they know.Psychological operations, puppets on strings,
Doesn’t matter who’s in power, the same hands cling.
Swiss cheese truth, holes too wide,
But they call you a fool if you peek inside.