Even in The Land Down Under, some of them have been: " Rattling The Keys To The Kingdom "!

Hilltop Hoods - Rattling The Keys ( 2012 ).

In The Popular 2012 Song entitled: " Rattling The Keys To The Kingdom " - written by: Barry John Michael Francis [ that means: " The Wielder Of His Spear Is: The One Whom God Has Provided, The One Like Unto Him, And ( Indeed ) The Free Man " ], Mathew David Lambert [ that means: " The Gift From Yahweh Is: My Own Beloved One And The Owner Of Your Land " ], Daniel Smith [ that means: " The One Whom God Alone May Judge Is Your Forger In The Fire " ], Steven Lee Cropper [ that means: " The Crowned Prince In Your Own Meadow Is Also The Reaper " ], and Donald Dunn [ that means: " The True World Ruler Is My Own Darkened And Hidden One " ] - we have been provided Yet Another Important & Spiritual Message.

You see, dear brothers and sisters, ( while ): " Everything All Around You Is Testifying Of These My Own Spiritually Discerned Truths "... it is easy to see, Why Those Who Are Blind Will Never Now Perceive It!

Golden Era - " A Time Of Prosperity Is Coming ".

But, of course, you probably still don't believe me. So, why not just listen to The Following Musical Video for: " Rattling The Keys To The Kingdom " - because, in the much larger scheme of things, You Might Just Be Glad That You Did....

America In Prophecy Rattling The Keys To The Kingdom  ( 2012 ) by: Hilltop Hoods.. " The Wielder Of His Spear Is The Free Man! "

Rattling The Keys To The Kingdom: Is Just Another Way To Get Your Own Personal Attention....

[ Chorus: ]
We came and we conquered...
They're praying to poppa.
They claiming they want to...
They really don't want to.
You ain't maiming a monster;
So, don't bother with offers.
Till the day that I die;
I ain't stepping aside for one of you!

We came and we conquered...
They're praying to poppa.
They claiming they want to...
They really don't want to.
You ain't maiming a monster;
So don't bother with offers.
Till the day that I die;
I ain't stepping aside for one of you!

[ Pressure: ]
Check?
When I start breathing heavily...
I scar the beat and melody.
They said, that: ' We dreaming we'll keep reaching till we leaving heavenly ';
The key to freedom is said to be, 
Release and leave the memory.
Think you offended me? 
Please, with critics like these, who needs an enemy?
Indeed, a breed of pedigreed beast unleashing speech telepathy;
Here to bleed the industry of its diseased and evil effigy.
Demons, thieving, greed and revelry...
We're in need and seeking a remedy.
But, it seems to stay ten feet ahead of me -
Like a centipede...
I'm a train upon a track;
I'm a flame upon a match.
Ain't straying from my place;
I want my face upon the map;
I'm the weight upon your back;
I'm a razor on your lap!
We came to conquer, stage and opera, fade it onto black.
Now, hush...
Hear the voice!
So addicted to the rush,
To fill up the void.
Missing everything we love,
To feel the true joy;
We build it all up...
Then, we: Crush, Kill, Destroy.

[ Chorus: ]
We came and we conquered...
They're praying to poppa.
They claiming they want to...
They really don't want to.
You ain't maiming a monster;
So, don't bother with offers.
Till the day that I die;
I ain't stepping aside for one of you!

We came and we conquered...
They're praying to poppa.
They claiming they want to...
They really don't want to.
You ain't maiming a monster;
So don't bother with offers.
Till the day that I die;
I ain't stepping aside for one of you!

[ Suffa: ]
I go bananas every time...
Like mind blown Nirvana, never mind.
They need some ketamine, to calm us;
Harness The Darkness every line.
Till I've been enlightened,
I'm leaving 'em terrified...
Like Bin Laden been hiding under their bed;
Every night they go beddy-bye.
Fat, as the fattest Federline...
Fat, as that cat post Brittney,
Madness, that is a friend of mine; 
Rappers get mashed so quickly.
War comes....
Hear the roar from the raw drums;
Beat your poor son, just from the boredom.
Jump up, but you're stunned...
Dumb struck, you're done like Young Buck, post Fifty;
We claw at the morons;
And, pour on the soothing hooks on heaters...
Like them, pouring the Boron on core on the shore of Fukushima!
They adore the recordings;
And, we lording it over them.
Think we're joking? 
Then we're going door to door with some Dobermans...
No DMX, they thinking they got me pegged like BMX;
But, ain't seeing T or X, Briggs, Hons, Debris or Vents;
We're the best, no Khaled,
We the best like Ali, Muhammad!

[ Chorus: ]
We came and we conquered...
They're praying to poppa.
They claiming they want to...
They really don't want to.
You ain't maiming a monster;
So, don't bother with offers.
Till the day that I die;
I ain't stepping aside for one of you!

We came and we conquered...
They're praying to poppa.
They claiming they want to...
They really don't want to.
You ain't maiming a monster;
So don't bother with offers.
Till the day that I die;
I ain't stepping aside for one of you!

You see: " It's All About The Journey "!

You see, dear brothers and sisters, ' The Hilltop Hoods' Own Experience Is All About Obtaining Some Highly Necessary Knowledge '... and, whether you realize it or not, There Will Indeed Be A Test Coming Afterwards!

I'm just saying, What Did You Truthfully Expect?



Ahava and Shalom.

May Yahweh's Own: Love and Peace - be upon you!