The Wormhole Ringtone by Talib Kweli
Talib Kweli – The Wormhole Ringtone Download
Oh, you niggas wanna get deep?
Niggas wanna kick knowledge?
Y’all niggas ain’t deep, man…
Y’all niggas lost me
Soon as you steady tryna tell me which rappers in the fuckin’ Illuminati
Then I’m like “show me the proof”, right?
Niggas start talking about the anti-Christ and aliens and shit
Save the ghost stories for the kids, nigga – I’m a grown ass man
Let’s go, let’s go!
You can lead a man to a drink, but you can’t make him take a sip
You can lead a man to a link, but that don’t mean he gon’ click
What’s this? Y’all ain’t really on no deep shit, I peaked it
Scared of a motherfuckin’ secret society
And only been with people you agree with
You scared of a chalice, scared to death
Only thing worse is your silence
Illuminati’s enlightened, the owl sees in the darkness
Masonic roots still survive for the book of dearly departed
Egyptologist and scholars, symbologists at the college
Will all acknowledge that ancient cabinet is where it started
Way farther back than the knights, or the right to the Scottish
You need to wake up, no new Bugatti
Yep! My enemy tryna stop me
But I don’t stand a chance if I can’t identify ‘em properly
Illuminati as we know it started in Bavaria
Years before it landed on the shores of America
The mission: abolishment of government and religion
They were enemys of the state and they was hated by the Christians
They was Poets, they was Scholars – the early Illuminati
Was sort’ve like the students in Victor Hugo’s Les Miserables
The modern day politicians would diss ‘em
Turnin’ them into martyrs
This in turn inspired the founding fathers
The vast majority of Masons who were the subject of the Illuminati
Found this fascinating, The Order was insipiration (keep going)
And ain’t no disrespect to the Masons
But you try to keep secrets and it leads to speculation
Only those in league with Satan need to hide infomation
That’s how you catch a ride to your final destination
Where the proof? Show ‘em proof, put it all on the table
When the facts are intact ain’t no need for a fable
Good versus evil is primitive
Real life’s more complex, where’s your context?
They put the symbols on the dollar bill, the monument, the obelisk
They honourin’ Columbia, the children of the colonists
You could trace it back to the root, trace it back again
It’s really just another case of stealin’ from the Africans
Racism and vanity justify the sale of flesh
You property like cattle or produce, but are you stale or fresh?
Population control is real (word) you know the deal
But still perpetuate the cycle of violence, we known to hold the steel
No – I don’t need no fuckin’ chrous
Used to read so many books thought I was a hoarder down at Borders
Like the holy pale horse or The New World Order
But you really don’t know what you readin’
If you really don’t know the author
A lot of the shit is the government propaganda
Unsubstantiated lies with no proof, a bunch of slander
Of course there are forces against you and that’s a fact
So don’t get caught in the distractions, it’s bigger than any rapper
The truly oppressed ain’t got the luxury of inventin’ a monster
The devil incarnate is much realer than the devil in concert
What they doing so sinister
Worse than any blood sacrifice you can imagine
Iller than any cinema…
The Federal Reserve, the World Bank and the IMF
Helpin’ the poor get poorer, you in debt until your dyin’ breath
The food, the vaccines, humanitarian aid
They want control of the region, they really tryna get paid
Obey thy consumer, make a product out of man
Where’s the conspiracy? It’s always been the plan
Y’all niggas scared of one world currency
But still payin’ your taxes – it ain’t the Illuminati that worry me
Lack of spiritual energy – suicidal tendencies
Unwitting soldiers in the armies of your enemy
I’m leakin’ information so follow me down the wormhole
Same reason that they called Bradley Manning a turncoat
(Man, we supposed to be brothas!)
Oh, what, you tryna get smart?
Nigga, you tryna kick some knowledge?
Nigga, fuck that! Give me your motherfuckin’ jewelry, nigga!
Take that shit off!
Oh, you got a pager too, huh?
You a baller, huh? You a baller, huh?
Give me that motherfuckin’ shit!
Better me than the motherfuckin’ cops, nigga
Talib Kweli – The Wormhole Ringtone