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. Hook: