Talib Kweli

Talib Kweli - Wormhole lyrics

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[Intro]

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!
[Verse]

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
[Outro: Sample]

(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


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