“Life is a mystery” you will hear this “O hear us savior Satan” or “Hear us save us Satan”… if you play it backwards slowly she says the word SATAN a few times. …
During an Arsenio Hall show, Madonna, who as a guest acted dissociative, was picked up by the cameras during the show kissing her Baphomet ring.
Jimmy Page of Zeppelin is a devout follower of Satanist, Aleister Crowley, who proclaimed himself as “The Beast 666”. Aleister Crowley was also a 33rd and 97th Degree Freemason and is recognized as the master Satanist of the 20th century. In 1971, guitarist Jimmy Page bought Crowley’s Boleskine House.
Their song “Stairway to Heaven” carries the reference “May Queen,” which is purportedly the name of a hideous poem written by Crowley. Page had inscribed in the vinyl of their album Led Zeppelin III, Crowley’s famous “Do what thou wilt. So let it Be.’ Page and Robert Plant claim some of Zeppelins’ songs came via occultic “automatic handwriting,” including their popular “Stairway to Heaven.” Jimmy Page purchased Crowleys home in Scotland which overlooks Loch-ness which was once a church that burned to the ground with the congregation inside.
Another thing that Crowley emphasized to his readers was that musicians into Magick would be able to be musical mediums. When speaking of “Stairway to Heaven,” Robert Plant claimed to be a musical medium. He said the following about how he received the lyrics to the song: “‘I was just sitting there with Pagey in front of a fire at Headley Grange,’ Plant recalled. ‘Pagey had written these chords and he played them for me. I was holding a pencil and paper and for some reason, I was in a very bad mood. Then all of a sudden my hand was writing out the words: “There’s a lady who’s sure, all that glitters is gold, and she’s buying a Stairway to Heaven.” I just sat there and I looked at the words and I almost leapt out of my seat.’”
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“. . .train himself to think BACKWARDS by external means, as set forth here following.
(a) Let him learn to write BACKWARDS. . .
(b) Let him learn to walk BACKWARDS. . .
(c) Let him. . . listen to phonograph records REVERSED
(d) Let him practice speaking BACKWARDS. . .
(e) Let him learn to read BACKWARDS. . .”
(Crowley, Aliester. Magick:Liber ABA, book four, 1994 Ordo Templi Orientis ediiton, p. 639) —-
The Game My Life lyrics
Punk ass mothafuckah, get your ass up
What’chu was goin do? Kill me in my sleep you broad ass nigga?
Tupac, Biggie! Shut the frack up! fracking dogs barking and poop…
frack 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
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 frack 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 fracked 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 motherfracker 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…
