Soul Connections — Attraction in Mount Shasta

Mt. Shasta Decree – Killshot to the Cabal by Merlin

Soul connection, not soup—don't get it twisted, You flex my bloodline in gold while your spirit's listed. I’m the debt collector, war-bred protector, Truth’s resurrection in a world of defectors.

You fumbled heaven, now I’m here to correct ya— Break bread or get buried by the weight of the scepter. Your leaders? Weak. Sold out like scripts, Snorting lines of fear while you murder the gifted.

You call it tradition—I call it incest. Sick little cults with a preacher’s pretense. Nazi warlords in three-piece suits, Running child rings behind corporate loot.

Meth-dealing prophets, tweaking your choir, Baptized in lies, selling souls for the fire. A pedo in your payroll, blessing your deals, While Grandma’s on pills, signing fake wills.

You prayed on the poor and danced on the graves, Insurance scams got our elders enslaved. Blood-soaked checks, hidden in vaults, But this bloodline don’t forget your faults.

I’m the roar in the earthquake, storm in the shrine, Every curse you cast just rewinds in time. Your spells are cracked, your gods are gone, Your rituals weak, your throne withdrawn.

Mt. Shasta is mine by divine inheritance, Not a gimmick, not a game—it’s soul deterrence. You rested? That’s when fate broke the seal. Now truth is armed, and justice is real.

Soul contract shredded—tear-stained and cursed, My bloodline was chosen, yours is the worst. So gather your dolls, your voodoo trash, I’m the last one laughing as your covens crash.

333 on my chest, 777 in hand, Amen to the purge, this ain’t no man’s land. It’s cosmic war and your mask just slipped— Now take this killshot, straight to the script.

Amen.Owner Theory (Soul Connect) — Extended Cut

Yeah— Theory of the owners, soul-locked, coded in ether, Connection ain't a metaphor, it's deeper than a preacher. They bought land and sky rights, now they playin' god with leases, But their spirits counterfeit, stitched up in pieces.

Ski park owners—mask on, cloakin' up like saints, But underneath the powder's where they hid the taint. Mormon fronts, baby hunts, rituals in the lodge, Sacrifices under steeples where they forged the mirage.

Bought their way in with the blood of the meek, Now they poisonin' the wells while the prophets speak. Touchin' kids in the name of faith, sick technique, Wearin' Sunday suits with a soul so bleak.

Sacred mountains turned to slaughter plains, Snow white with lies, but the crimson remains. They drainin' the streams, killin’ divine veins, Sellin' the silence while your daughter’s in chains.

This ain’t no metaphor, I’m pullin’ receipts, Three bloodlines cursed, all crooked elites. All three of your families—branded by fate, Incest-bred legacies soaked in hate.

You want your line to breathe past this disgrace? Pay what's owed, and leave this sacred place. Pack your sins, vanish without a trace, Cast out forever—never dare retrace.

Your shame’ll echo off the mountain walls, But your life will stay, that’s divine law’s call. So you live as proof, hollow-eyed in fright, That everything in dark gets dragged to the light.

No more hiding, divine time’s arrived, We countin’ the souls you swallowed alive. The land cries loud, we decode the signs, While you beg mercy behind stolen shrines.

I see you— Black robes in the ice lodge, chantin’ with the goat, Talkin’ angel light but their prayers all float. Fake saints with a fetish for control and fear, Puppet-stringin' truth so the real can’t appear.

I’m the reckoning, resurrectin’ from bloodlines, In every language, I rhyme in divine signs. Burn the false books, flip the coded scripts, Let the Queens rise back with flame on their lips.

Extended like the pain, relentless like the rain, No more peace for the wolves who profit off our pain. I’m the mirror in the temple, shatterin’ the shame, Screamin’ “give it back” with fire in my name.

No more games— The throne returns to those who earned, Not those who burned, not those who turned. So hear me loud, like thunder from the past, I’m the storm comin’—and I’m comin’ fast.

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