Bambu, Odessa Kane , Brother Ali - Illuminotme lyrics

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

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 fuck 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, shit
I don't need no conspiracies
The poli-tricking politicians poppin' right
In front me

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

Tell me what's the difference
If it's the "Illuminati"
Or the Bilderberg Group who put the
Shit 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 shit
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

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

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 shit to me
Did that recon
And that's the only trap shit you'll
Ever hear me speak on

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 fucking news
Read between 100 lies
Stop acting like you fucking knew

Illuminati, not me, I'm on my own shit