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Saul Williams – 1987 lyrics
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Guess with the leather patches Sportin'
the white Diadoras with the hoodie that matches I'm
wearing two Swatches and a small Gucci pouch I
could have worn the Lugi but I left it in the house Now
my, n s****Duce and Wayne got gold plates with their names With
the skyline on it with the box link chain I'm
wearing my frames They
match my gear with their tint And
you know Lagerfields is the scent Now

my, n anusRafael just got his jeep out the shop Mint
green sidekick custom-made, rag top "Strictly
Business" is the album that we play "You're
A Customer" the; pick of the day Now
there's a n anuson the block never, seen him before Selling
incence and oil my, man thinks that he's the law But
why on earth would this be on their agenda As?
he slowly approaches the window "Uh..

uh, I've, seen you before I've, been you and more I
was the one bearing the pitcher of water I
rent the large upper room Furnished
with tidings of your doom Or
pleasure whichever, feathers[ ]?decree ". Yo
Ralph is he talking to me "No?
I'm talking to the sea son's resurrected I'm
the solstice of the day I
bring news from the blues of the Caspian" My
man laughs he's, one them crazy motherfuckers Turn
the music back up - 'cause I'm the E-Double' "Wait
but, but but but I know the volume of the sea And
sound waves as I will Will
you allow me to be at your service "? My
man Ralph is nervous He. believes That
this strange tounge deceives And
maybe he's been informed that He's
pushing gats hidden in the back beneath, the floor mats Come
on Jack we, don't have time For
your bullshit or playin A'salaam
a something' or another "Wait
isn't Juanita your mother I?
told you I know you now, grant me a moment" At

the gates of Atlantis we stand Ours
is the blood that flowed from the palms of his hands On
the plow till earth Till
I'm now Moon
cycles revisited womb, fruit of the sun Full
moon of occasions wave the wolves where they run And
they run towards the light casting love on the winds As
is the science of the aroma of sleeping women Lost
in his eyes they soon reflect my friend's are grinning But
I'm a pupil of his sight The
wheels are spinning Yo
I'll see ya'll later on tonight In

the beginning her tears where the long awaited rains Of
a parched Somali village Red
dusted children danced shadows In
the newfound mound of mascara that eclipsed her face Reflected
in the smogged glass of carlos east street bodega Learning
to love she, had forgotten to cry Seldom
hearing the distant thunder in her lovers ambivalent sighs He
was not honest She
was not sure A
great grandmother Had
sacrificed the family's clarity for God in the late 1800's Nonetheless
she had allowed him to mispronounce her name Which
had eventually led to her misinterpreating her own dreams And
later doubting them But
night was young She
the firstborn daughter of water faced darkness and smiled Took
mystery as her lover And
raised light as her child Man

that s titwas wild you should have seen how they ran She
woke up in an alley with a gun in her hand Tupac
in lotus form Ennis'[
]?blood on his hands She
woke up on a vessel The
land behind her The
sun within her Water
beneath her Mushed
corn for dinner Or
was it breakfast Her
stomach turned as if a compass She
prayed towards east and lay there breathless They
threw her overboard for dead She
swam silently and fled Into
the blue sea La
soh fa mi re, do si, The
seventh octave I
don't mean to confuse you Many
of us have been taught to sing And
so we practice scales Many
of us were born singing And
thus were born with scales Mermaids
cooks, and, fieldhands Sang
a nightsong by the forest And
the ocean was the chorus In
Atlantis where they sang Those
thrown overboard had overheard The
mystery of the undertow And
understood that down below There
would be no more chains They
surrendered breath and name And
survived countless as rain I'm
the weather man The
clouds say storm is coming A
white buffalo was born Already
running And
if you listen very close You'll
hear a humming Beneath
the surface of our purpose lies Rumors
of ancient man Dressed
in cloud face minstrels in the sky The
moon's my mammy The
storm holds my eye Dressed
in westerlies [ ]?Robed
by robes ol' man river knows my name And
the reason you were born Is
the reason That
I came Then

she looks me in the face And
her eyes get weak Pulse
rate descends hearts, rate increase Emcees
look me in the face and their eyes get weak Pulse
rates descends hearts rate increase It's
like "beam me up Scottie", I, control your body I'm
as deadly as aids when it's time to rock a party We
all rocked fades fresh, faded in ladidadi - and when we rock the mic Ignore
the feminine side - we rock the mic I

presented my feminine side with flowers She
cut the stems and placed them gently down my throat And
these two lips might soon eclipse your brightest hopes

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