J Cole – Villuminati

J Cole - Villuminati

[Intro]
It’s way darker this time

[Hook]
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Now I’m in the limelight cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade

[Verse 1]
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Sometimes I’m real like Pac
Sometimes I focus on the flow to show the skills I got
Sometimes I focus on the dough
Look at these bills I got
This is a message for some rappers trying to steal my spot
You niggas famous on the internet
I’m real life hot
Homie, get your weight up
Fake niggas get sprayed up
My verbal AK slay faggots
And I don’t mean no disrespect whenever I say shiny happy person, okay shiny happy person
Don’t be so sensitive
If you want to get fracked in the ass
That’s between you and whoever else’s dick it is
Pause, maybe that line was too far
Just a little joke to show how homophobic you are
And who can blame ya
Boy Meets World
I’m trying to find a new Topanga
And bang her out, no hanging out
My pops was club hopping back when Rick James was out
And all I get is Trinidad James
Wait a minute that’s strange
Sip a bit of champagne, say frack
If the hoes like it
I love it nigga nigga nigga
Used to watch Rap City Big Tigga Tigga
Rap nerd even copped Rah Digga Digga
Pac had a nigga saying frack Jigga, frack Biggie
I was only like eleven so forgive me
A decade later I be all up in the city
Trying to get Hov to frack with me
With a burned CD full of jams that was up in my hand
When he said he didn’t want it
It was, frack him again
One day, he gon’ regret playing me
Little did I know
In a year he’d be fracking paying me
What could you say to me
I beat the odds like Vegas
I used to rap about haters before niggas was hating me
Now they hate to see a young Black man with a college degree
fracking all these little models for free
Pardon me

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I’m the prince of the city
I studied Machiavelli
You niggas couldn’t blow with C4 strapped to your belly
I snuck up out the parks where niggas be living heartless
And cannot tell the difference between Iraqi, Israeli
And so I’m wondering really
What could you actually tell me
I’m tryna keep my homie from throwing crack in the skully
So, back with this pen to give back for my sins
Took a black president to tell the Japanese sorry
But who the frack gon’ tell my niggas sorry
Never seen his pops cause he’s sorry
frack the education
Would ask for reparations
But I’m probably just gon’ go and buy Ferraris, vroom
Please forgive him
According to the preacher man he needs Jesus in him
But the Devil run the T.V. so the demons in him
I’m in trouble
Did a deal with the Devil, now I’m pleading with him
Like give me my soul

[Bridge]
My nigga
I ain’t ever letting you go again
I ain’t ever letting go
I ain’t ever letting you go again
Please give me my soul
I ain’t ever letting go
I ain’t ever letting you go again
Please give me my soul
I ain’t ever letting go
But the Devil don’t play fair

[Refrain]
I’m bout to go and join the Illuminati
frack everybody
I’m bout to go and join the Illuminati
frack everybody
I’m bout to go and join the Illuminati
frack everybody
I’m bout to go and join the Illuminati

[Verse 3]
These next three bars is dedicated to the retards
Keep on asking me about the Illuminati
Is you stupid nigga
Young Black millionaire
Old White billionaires
I’m sure that they can do without me
And I ain’t really into sacrificing human bodies
Couple more A’s I would have been a summa cuma laude
Beyonce told me that she want to cop the blue Bugatti
That poop is more than what I’m worth
I think she knew it probably
Well this is awkward, awkward
Want to know what else is really awkward, awkward
When niggas buy rings for bitches I had flings with
I’m praying I don’t see them at the Oscars, Oscars

[Interlude]

Re-adjustin’ my target audience
Cause it’s obvious
I’ve gone astray
Losing my way like Timberlake
Produced by Timbaland on that goddamn FutureSex/LoveSounds
What’s playing in my mind
Just the sound of my whole career
Crashing burning
The thing that I mostly fear
Was on track for the first two years
Until I let the Devil steer
Now what have we here
Mask my tears, but I

[Bridge]

[Outro]
Allow me to re-introduce myself
My name is Cole
My nigga
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Sometimes I brag like Hov

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The Illuminati and the last message of Kubrick

Kubrick Illuminati

I read that he died 666 years before the beginning of the twenty-first century! What a master like him wouldn’t do to amaze us a last time! And who chose such a date?

The death of Stanley Kubrick surprised anyone as his movies had done before; it was labelled the end of the odyssey in France, and soon burst off conspiracy theories about his death, his involvement with the hidden powers, even with the false American conquest of space (in an ironic TV movie directed by William Karel). Since Spartacus and Lolita, thanks to his old foe Kirk Douglas may be, Kubrick had always achieved to fascinate the public by his controversial subjects: power, violence and sex, fake and useless apprenticing, then mind programming and mind control mainly: for what men prefer to be machines?

If you observe the Shining better than you did, you can watch porno pics on the office walls, as well than sex magazines on Nicholson’s tables. This was the deal with Kubrick; private jokes and the winks he did to himself and his invisible friends. This gives his work a great dimension of what Umberto eco has labelled opera aperta, the open work. But the works are open since we have no moral standards to evaluate them; any Christian knew in the middle age there four levels literal, symbolical, allegorical…) of interpretation to understand any poem (think of Dante) or any column in a cathedral). Once we renounce the moral rules of spirituality, we are prepared for the murders: for the world happens to be divided between those who dig and those who hold the gun; between Thracian slaves and their roman masters, Irish peasants and their English masters, sex-slaves and their modern slave-handlers, to put it in a modern way.

Their feet run to evil, and they make haste to shed innocent blood: their thoughts [are] thoughts of iniquity; wasting and destruction [are] in their paths.

The orgy scene in Eyes Wide Shut was of course very controversial: is it (think of recurrent French scandals which prevented DSK to become president there) a hint to the bad manners of the elite? Is it not obvious, too banal? Hasn’t the critic become to well-used to that kind of ceremony to denounce it? Is it like Halloween, isn’t it? Who is able in Spain to really explain the recent death of three youngsters during a nocturne and devilish festivity? Yet it speaks of sacrifice and of amusement, like Eyes Wide Shut. We have been used to think like the devil, and the media industry, of morality as a sign of stupidity; and if it was the contrary? and if it was the exact opposite? if our sins blinded our minds, if our lack of ethics meant an enormous dumbness? Read the prophets:

For our transgressions are multiplied before thee, and our sins testify against us: for our transgressions [are] with us; and [as for] our iniquities, we know them…

The greatness of last Kubrick films lies in their moralities; Shining (dealing with Indian genocide, racism, alcoholism and sexism), Full metal jacket (wars and mind programming), and Eyes Wide Shut (just a dream in Schnitzler’s short story) alludes to the main interrogations of our time: why are the masses to dumb? Whey don’t they understand what they see? In this testament, Kubrick clearly unveils some truths (or aletheia, the unveiling in Greek) and so mocks other attitudes: the vain stroll of Cruise downtown echoes our blindness. He will hang around for nothing, just to get dream-like sensations, then a fake explanation by his mentor and world-master Ziegler (constructor, in German). Read Isaiah, who gives us some light to understand Kubrick:

Who [is] blind, but my servant? or deaf, as my messenger [that] I sent? who [is] blind as [he that is] perfect, and blind as the LORD’S servant? {42:20} Seeing many things, but thou observest not; opening the ears, but he heareth not.

Fro Isaiah this would be the decline of the west, fifty years after the ritual death of Kennedy: the decline of the intelligence and the decline of the moral, labelled conspiracy theories and bigotry. Compare Spartacus to Eyes Wide Shut: in the movie Kirk Douglas (still alive) is moral and intelligent. An amoral human being is not intelligent at all. Cruise who doesn’t understand he participates in a black ritual (they’re just having fun, don’t hey?) and in a murder, who doesn’t understand his wife’s needs and who stand like a zombie, a living-dead in his daily and nightly live, illustrates wonderfully this scheme: the average man of the modernity is a jerk because he has no moral standards. He needs a spiritual father, yet he just meets cynical masters: he basically behaves like a dead soul, to put it like Gogol.

We wait for light, but behold obscurity; for brightness, [but] we walk in darkness. {59:10} We grope for the wall like the blind, and we grope as if [we had] no eyes: we stumble at noonday as in the night; [we are] in desolate places as dead [men.

I wonder if Kubrick has that presentiment: in a world full of provocative challenges, it is impossible to make anybody understand a moral message. We have been educated to consider nothing badly; this is what western relativism considers its best achievement, this is what Christ names being slow of heart (Luke, 24, 25). And of course we have now no possibility to create a real realm of the soul, or any work of art of ambition. This would be labelled boring, out of fashion. Welcome so to the kingdom of the willingly blind.

Nicolas Bonnal

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