Bambú - Illuminotme lyrics

[Sample: George Carlin] Forget the politicians The politicians are put there to give you the idea That you have freedom of choice You don't You have no choice You have owners They own you They own everything [Verse One: Bambu] Yo, I've been enlightened before 1700 Illuminati, not me I'm from the jungle Sword-swinging people who could measure the sun And harness power from the land before the Spanish would come I don't need Bavarian methods or secret societies I can see that there's a power out suppressing the colonies Let's call it Mickey D's, and Nestle, and Pepsi, and Coca-Cola Call 'em Wal-Mart, and Rupert Murdock, big-money-holders f** a triangle children, they got logos galore No need the "eye above the pyramid", just walk to the store You are controlled by the dollars, and pigs on patrol So getting free's far beyond where the measly charities goal If I leave the earth old enough to see a spark get lit And I can raise my family in the means I see fit, sh** I don't need no conspiracies The poli-tricking politicians poppin' right in front me [George Carlin] They own all the important land They own and control the corporations They long since bought and paid for The senate, the congress, the statehouses They've got the judges in their back pockets And they own all the big media companies So they control just about all the news and information you get to hear They gotchya by the balls They spend billions of dollars every year, lobbying... Lobbying to get what they want [Verse Two: Brother Ali] Tell me what's the difference if it's the "Illuminati" Or the Bilderberg Group who put the sh** up in the fruit? Instead of nit-picking the religion of the truth Just to sit and be the realist theorist in the room I'll tell you what the truth is, new sh** The proof is: a slow motion youtube clib with scary music Believing these officials would be foolish But info with no action is useless Trying to open eyes, organize, and build power I know all about the hell I'm trying to get out of Two million dollars on sister Assata's head It's when you really get it poppin' that they want you dead It's the information age, that ain't what we're lacking It's the heart and the backbone to make it happen I love knowlege, never patronize that But what we need to know is where your sacrifice at, Jack [George Carlin] Well we know what they want! They want more for themselves, and less for everybody else But I'll tell you what they don't want: They don't want a population of citizens capable of critical thinking They don't want well-informed, well-educated people capable of critical thinking They're not interested in that That doesn't help them That's against their interests [Bambu] Look: while you was zoned out on Infowars Outside your kinfolk got smoked, Po-Po had him in a figure-4 Between the rich and poor, yes y'all in a civil war So imagine me let these Hitlers make me feel insecure Why would you let cowards who operate in the shadows have you Studying skull and bones, now you feelin' vulnerable Meanwhile the bullet-holes, and projects hallways Hoods serve as symbolism themselves From them my vision is sell Not as in blood sale even though young-blood fell I'm talkin' 'bout a four by four Youngins' up for sale Sound like some trap sh** to me, did that recon And that's the only trap sh** you'll ever hear me speak on [Bambu] That's why I don't worry about reptilians and shape-shifters We already got enough snakes and fakes who switch up The city alone look like a snake-pit Matrix Mixed with complacency, watched by C. I. Agency That's the least of my issues, though I got seeds to raise Plus, powers that be playin' a game of keep-away To keep our freedom and people at bay the distance shows That crimes against us never pop by coincidence, oh You think I'm lying? It's right there on the f**ing news Read between 100 lies, stop acting like you f**ing knew [Bambu] Illuminati, not me, I'm on my own sh**