Lemme refresh ya’ll: back when we were enslaved, White folks used to tell us ghost stories to keep us out of the woods and on the plantation. To keep us from freeing ourselves by simply taking the f#ck off. They used fear and superstition to control us when, in truth, the only thing we had to fear in those woods was them and their white hoods.
Meanwhile, not seeing the forest for the trees, we were so angry at White we didn’t realize the color that we were dying over was Green. Money-hungry, greed-infested businesspeople masterminded and engineered American slavery; they just happened to be White. They even brainwashed their own less-intelligent White brothers to believe that Africans were not human beings— just after doing business with those same Africans across the Atlantic Ocean. So you see, the identity of our oppressors was much less important than what motivated them, which was “the love of money”, aka “the root of all evil”.
(I Timothy 6:10 for thoze in the know)
Now, fast-forward to 2014. Where silly-ass Negroes go around tambout ‘Illuminati-this’, ‘Illuminati-that’. Saying crazy sh!t like, “I’m gon sell my soul to the devil to get famous”. Like they can page the devil, and he’ll show up with a pitchfork and a legal document that they can sign. …Could you imagine that sh!t? Out of all the people of influence in the world, you believe the devil would show up in horns and a leisure suit to make a personal appeal to… rappers? These loud-talking Negroes who are barely respected outside of the Hip Hop community? But sumn just that ridiculous has got Black people out here looking for people in hoods and robes sacrificing their relatives and babies.
…Ya’ll r making this waaay too complicated.
If you wanna find evil, stop looking for damn eyeballs and floating triangles and follow the money! You don’t need an official, registered secret organization to rule the world, this ain’t Marvel Comics. All you need is common interest: a bunch of people who want the same thing— wealth— and who are position to help each other control the flow of that wealth. See? No voodoo, no blood sacrifices, no summoning demons. Just some old school cream of the crop risin’ to the top.
While ya’ll are sitting out here debating about organizations you can’t even spell without a Google search, have ya’ll ever looked up the ‘One-Percent’? …Really? Not even after that humongous series of Occupy Wall Street protests that happened all over the world? You don’t know about the ‘Ninety-Nine Percent’ and the ‘One Percent’ in plain view, yet you think you know about the Illuminati in secret…?
…Lord Jesus, help ‘em. Bless these po’ dumb superstitious churn. BLESS ‘EM!!!
**News flash**: In America, 2014, 95% of the nation’s wealth is in the hands of 1% of the population. The remaining 5% of the wealth— that’s what you, me, and the remaining 99% of this country have to divide up and live off of. So let’s see it again in slow-motion: 95% of wealth to 1% of the population; 5% of wealth to 99% of the population. ‘You think that 1% refers to itself as ‘the Illuminati’? HAIL no. If you were an ‘organization’ bent on controlling the world, you’d wanna be as anonymous as possible. You don’t need a name; all you need to do is exist and make decisions that affect the world toward your goals. Why would shifty people like that want to have a name that could be Google’d or Bing’d? Or have big mouthed New Yorkers and Chicagoans who talk for a living join their ranks? THINK people…
Kanye coined the term “New Slaves” on his last album, but if you REALLY wanna know who the New Slaves are… it’s superstitious cats like you. Out there looking like Mystery Machine passengers ‘bout this Illuminati shit. (And not, by the way, having the foggiest idea what you would do if there WAS an Illuminati)
…And the genius of bruhs like Kanye to turn around and trick ya’ll into believing this hype! …Which puts more money in hispocket. …Which, ironically, makes him the same as those businessmen. Yeah, the ones that started slavery in the first place. Except he doesn’t OWN the plantation, he’s OWN the plantation, just like you. So that makes him a… New Overseer!
Daaamn, the rabbit hole goes DEEP boi!!
…So you heard a song on the radio and thought the rapper put some secret message on it. Well, tell me: high in the fork is it a secret message if it’s on a rap song being shipped out to millions of people via satellite, streaming, FM, download, and Rap Genius? It’s not a damn secret, it’s a LIE. A marketing gimmick for uneducated Negroes to fall for. A superstition, just like the ghosts in white sheets in the woods during slave days.
And speaking of superstitions, I’ma tell ya’ll sumn else that cooks me. These cats that go witchhunting against Hip Hop, tambout occultism and such. My question is, where were these same moral police back when Hip Hop was gangbanging and disrespecting our women? When it was krunk and drunk in the club getting f#cked up? Coke and molly… you don’t see some level of evil in that? You only recognize darkness when it comes with occult symbolism and horns? …See there, ya spooky. That’s why nobody takes you seriously right there. That’s like going on an anti-marijuana campaign without launching an anti-cigarettes campaign.
…Oops, did I say that?
Man, I could go on and on bout this foolishness. But knowing my people, I’d better sum this up as quickly as possible. Look: you mooks better wake up and smell the trash truck juice. Yes, there was an Illuminati; they were a Bavarian group that existed within the freemasons and were EXTINGUISHED IN SEVENTEEN EIGHTY FIVE. This ‘Illuminati’ you keep hearing about in modern Hip Hop culture… is a marketing campaign. It’s designed to use your curiosity to help these artists push more units. Does that mean you’re safe? HAIL no; this is America, you never were safe. Watch for drones. What it doesmean is, the people you need to be worried about… don’t look like you, don’t talk as much as Kanye or Jay-Z, don’t do rituals, don’t make music for a living, and don’t respect the spiritual world. They respect money and power, and that’s all. Stop searching for some fire-breathing dragon to slay and look around you: you’re in a burning house. And some of your favorite artists are getting paid to keep you runnin ‘round confused inside that house it until the sh!t caves in.
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