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Duce All
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Duce All
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December 28, 2025
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MP3 4.8 MB • 185 kbps • 3:38
Lyrics
[Intro]
"Look around you... I see nothing but smoke and mirrors, homie. Deception in the air we breathe. You’re looking at the map, but the terrain is a lie. The rabbit hole don't have a bottom for the sheeples... Welcome to the show. Open your eyes, man."
[Verse 1]
I’m the Ghost Army rolling, yeah, the tanks are made of air, You can point the heavy metal, but there’s nobody there. (Phantom) Like Operation Mincemeat, I’m a body in the tide, Carrying the secrets that I’m using for the ride. I’m the Yom Kippur silence right before the sirens scream, The glitch in the reality, the shadow in the dream. (Stay focus) I’m the Captain of Köpenick, I’m walking out the door, With the keys to the city and a whole lot more. So watch the way I slide, watch the way I disappear, The truth is in the rear-view... but the lie is always near.
[Hook]
Deeee-ceppp-shunnnn from the day we came out the womb!
Deeee-ceppp-shunnnn the system feeding us doom till the tomb!
hiding God's Work from his creation deception!
Don't let them govern your mental unless you searching for deception!
[Verse 2]
I’m-a shuffle up the deck like Ponzi in his prime, Turning "once upon a hour" into "all of the time." (Every second...) My Poyais estate is a dream on a map, Selling beach-front property that’s really just a trap. (Watch your step) It’s a Madoff market, yeah, the returns are looking sweet, While I’m cooking up the Enron in the California heat. Like Gregor MacGregor, I’m a high-rolling son, Aiming for the moon 'til the whole world is won. (All of it) Taking all the credit 'til the credits are all done. I’m the Tinder Swindler leaning on a private jet wing, Selling you a fantasy... but I don't feel a thing.
[Hook]
Deeee-ceppp-shunnnn from the day we came out the womb!
Deeee-ceppp-shunnnn the system feeding us doom till the tomb!
hiding God's Work from his creation deception!
Don't let them govern your mental unless you searching for deception!
[Bridge]
Don't believe... (don't believe) What you see... (what you see) The horse is hollow... (Hollow) The army is a ghost... (Ghost) Who do you trust... when the truth... is the enemy?
[Outro]
Yeah. Trojan Horses in your driveway. Ghost armies in your backyard. You’re still checking the mailbox for that check, huh? I told you... the ink is water. It’s a Piltdown world, homie. A Cardiff Giant dream. Keep sleeping. The greatest trick the devil ever played... was making you think the map was real. We out...
