Verse 1:
Wikipedeceiveya looking so deceitful
Seen it since a freshman, but now I am a senior
Got a book, a vid, an article
Honest nothing could solve it
I'm nautical under water in culture
Start to falter with authors: I'm on it
The sources I flaunted
Had nothing in common
Other earth in a quadrant
Black, Blue, Yellow, White
The four worlds collide
Moving up in the height
Moving into the light
Moving into my sight
Turning into my life
Right, Right, Right, Right
Hook:
Wikipedeceiveya looking so deceitful
Writtens have been bitten but the stories from the people
Wikipedeceiveya looking so deceitful
Scripted is encrypted but when spitted it's un equal
Verse 2:
Oral tradition is it?
Let's take a visit
Headed down to Dinétah mind like a critic
Point of vision insisted on consistence, I ditched it
All the differences mixed in based on position, “go fishing!”
All the stories were based in nature
The nature of stories
Purveying ancient oldies holding many motifs molded
By a orators origin, changing a faithful doctrine
Ain't it awesome, it was often
In flux, 25 square miles is enough
1,000 years plus, it divides us
Could make the lines rough
Coming from the darkness
Partial to their partners
Pulling on their collars
Bounce out Blue World had to follow
Although; it was already inhabited
Pa**ing fists, out of it, Yellow World were grabbing it
Coyote took a baby from a powerful one
Spoiled the bountiful by dousing it and drowning in flood
The White World above
Navajo came from
Now we're living in the fourth you wonder how it was done.
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