The Flat Earth Movement by Eric Dubay Lyrics
The Flat Earth movement is taking on the world here
You are not living on a pear-shaped oblate sphere
Water finds its level
Horizon stays flat
Rises to your eyes
No matter where they’re at
The pole star hasn’t moved an inch in millennia
While the other constellations all around it turn perennial
Group rotations in perfect formation
Never moving an inch from their relative locations
You’re not moving
The Earth is static
Gravity is magic
The truth is tragic
You fell for some sad shit
Time to redact it
Earth is flat, that’s that
Can you grasp it?
That last NAS-pic was faker than a spastic-
Ass crack-addict claiming to take his last hit
Your blue balls fit firmly in the cock-pit
Of all your dog-shit bought by the public
But not me bitch I’m runnin’ through your gauntlet
Of paid shills like water through a faucet
Right quick like I knew from the on-set
You’d try to hijack and co-opt the movement
But not me see I’m runnin’ through your gauntlet
Of paid shills like water through a faucet
Right quick like I knew from the on-set
You’d try to hijack and co-opt the movement
Like Paul Bales sitting jealous in his bathrobe
Or Steven Christ looking sly in his dim light
Orphan Red on her bed flashing gang signs
Or Mark Sargent from a game-design standpoint
Like Rayn Gryphon’s interpretive dances
Pat Steere’s fake smiles and furtive glances
Powerland’s weird songs and rambling rants
Or like John le Bon always changing his stance
The shill M.O. it’s always the same
Take the Flat Earth keyword and make it so lame
That it stays taboo and avoided like the plague
So it seems like your trolling and just playin’ a game
Mix some misinformation and you’re ready to play
Put Flat Earth in the title then you shills get paid
It’s as easy as that, just google hangouts all day
Keep it kosher and bash on Eric Dubay
But not me bitch I’m runnin’ through your gauntlet
Of paid shills like water through a faucet
Right quick like I knew from the on-set
You’d try to hijack and co-opt the movement
But not me see I’m runnin’ through your gauntlet
Of paid shills like water through a faucet
Right quick like I knew from the on-set
You’d try to hijack and co-opt the movement
But you failed, under-estimated my drive
I’mma keep fightin’ for the rest of my life
Exposing the truth, and destroying your lies
Dethroning kings one at a time
Like my man Gerard Hickson
Thomas Winship, Samuel Rowbotham, and Charles K. Johnson
Or my gals Lady Blount and Gabrielle Henriet
Irrefutable proof is all you’re gonna get
Like David Wardlaw Scott and A.E. Skellam
William Carpenter, Westfield, Eschini and Shenton
Your globe world disorder is what we are ending
Veils are being lifted, that’s what you are sensing
Your control’s getting old, humanity’s moving on
We’re beyond playing chess, and we’re done being pawns
So prepare for the final checkmate, it’s on
Once the tipping point’s hit, you mother fuckers are gone
But not me bitch I’m runnin’ through your gauntlet
Of paid shills like water through a faucet
Right quick like I knew from the on-set
You’d try to hijack and co-opt the movement
But not me see I’m runnin’ through your gauntlet
Of paid shills like water through a faucet
Right quick like I knew from the on-set
You’d try to hijack and co-opt the movement
You are not living on a pear-shaped oblate sphere
Water finds its level
Horizon stays flat
Rises to your eyes
No matter where they’re at
The pole star hasn’t moved an inch in millennia
While the other constellations all around it turn perennial
Group rotations in perfect formation
Never moving an inch from their relative locations
You’re not moving
The Earth is static
Gravity is magic
The truth is tragic
You fell for some sad shit
Time to redact it
Earth is flat, that’s that
Can you grasp it?
That last NAS-pic was faker than a spastic-
Ass crack-addict claiming to take his last hit
Your blue balls fit firmly in the cock-pit
Of all your dog-shit bought by the public
But not me bitch I’m runnin’ through your gauntlet
Of paid shills like water through a faucet
Right quick like I knew from the on-set
You’d try to hijack and co-opt the movement
But not me see I’m runnin’ through your gauntlet
Of paid shills like water through a faucet
Right quick like I knew from the on-set
You’d try to hijack and co-opt the movement
Like Paul Bales sitting jealous in his bathrobe
Or Steven Christ looking sly in his dim light
Orphan Red on her bed flashing gang signs
Or Mark Sargent from a game-design standpoint
Like Rayn Gryphon’s interpretive dances
Pat Steere’s fake smiles and furtive glances
Powerland’s weird songs and rambling rants
Or like John le Bon always changing his stance
The shill M.O. it’s always the same
Take the Flat Earth keyword and make it so lame
That it stays taboo and avoided like the plague
So it seems like your trolling and just playin’ a game
Mix some misinformation and you’re ready to play
Put Flat Earth in the title then you shills get paid
It’s as easy as that, just google hangouts all day
Keep it kosher and bash on Eric Dubay
But not me bitch I’m runnin’ through your gauntlet
Of paid shills like water through a faucet
Right quick like I knew from the on-set
You’d try to hijack and co-opt the movement
But not me see I’m runnin’ through your gauntlet
Of paid shills like water through a faucet
Right quick like I knew from the on-set
You’d try to hijack and co-opt the movement
But you failed, under-estimated my drive
I’mma keep fightin’ for the rest of my life
Exposing the truth, and destroying your lies
Dethroning kings one at a time
Like my man Gerard Hickson
Thomas Winship, Samuel Rowbotham, and Charles K. Johnson
Or my gals Lady Blount and Gabrielle Henriet
Irrefutable proof is all you’re gonna get
Like David Wardlaw Scott and A.E. Skellam
William Carpenter, Westfield, Eschini and Shenton
Your globe world disorder is what we are ending
Veils are being lifted, that’s what you are sensing
Your control’s getting old, humanity’s moving on
We’re beyond playing chess, and we’re done being pawns
So prepare for the final checkmate, it’s on
Once the tipping point’s hit, you mother fuckers are gone
But not me bitch I’m runnin’ through your gauntlet
Of paid shills like water through a faucet
Right quick like I knew from the on-set
You’d try to hijack and co-opt the movement
But not me see I’m runnin’ through your gauntlet
Of paid shills like water through a faucet
Right quick like I knew from the on-set
You’d try to hijack and co-opt the movement