"Lalala" as written by Jonathan Rotem, Alex Christensen, Keidran Jones, Aburn Williams, Peter Koenemann, Aleksej Potekhin, Sergej Zhuko and Joshua Walker....
Nigga, you betta drink half a gallon
of shaolin before you pluck the strings
of my violin, my life is orchestrated, like
london symphony, concentrated. Niggas waited
and waited. i'm birthday wistles, belated.
blow out the candles, i wait in the
darkness, like a vandal. the silloutte
of set in this mirror on the mantle.
fire place is in the heart. water
places the art 'round the island of
desiring wheremost primitives stalk
sacrificing their daughters, but these
primordial waters carry a feminine
agenda that no man ever taught us.
true they captured and caught us,
transported, sold us, and bought us. they
constituted and lawed us, distorted truths
that they taught us. we rebelled, then
fought us. we conformed, then
they formed us. Now these niggas rhyming
'bout material possessions. My adidas are
three years old, like my daughter, niggas
rhyme 'bout alize and need to rhyme about
water. but out of chaos comes order
out of chaos comes order out of chaos comes
order....Fake niggas run for the border

in a past life i was a woodcarver's knife
the sharpened blade of a woodcutter
the eldest son of the chief's brother:
maker of drums. we scraped the
inside of goat hides to seek the hollows
where sound resides, offering the parts
we did not use to invoke the muse.
music of the ghettos, the cosmos,
the negroes, the necros: overcomers
of death, disciples of breath. dissection
of drumbeats like Osirus by Seth.
breakbeats into fourteen pieces.
dissembled chaos, organized noise.
a patchwork of heartbeats to ressurect
true b-boys. be men let's mend
the broken heart of Isis. age of
aquarius. mother nature is furious
while you rhyme about being hardcore be
heartcore. what is it that we do art for?
metaphor. metasin. it's an age of
healing. why not rhyme about what you're
feeling? or not be felt. deal w/ the cards
you're dealt. calling tarot readers and
sparrow feeders to cancel the
apocalypse....metaphorically speaking
(meta: greek for beyond)

Lyrics submitted by CapnCannibal

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    My InterpretationI'm surprised nobody's commented on this track. It's easily one of his finest!

    I read this track as a fairly general introduction to the themes he is most interested in, although it does contain some of his most profound lines.

    The opening verse comes across slightly arrogant (as many of his things do at times) but I think it's more of a statement about the way people need to be if we are to cure the world's ills, as well as a gentle threat to the 'fake niggas' who unfairly dominate hip hop. This verse tackles black rights and the (corresponding) hypocrisy of the materialistic side of mainstream hip-hop culture.

    The second verse is about his more spiritual side, and I think the 'maker of drums' stuff is purely metaphorical. It's making a statement about the fundamental importance of music to the human race. The verse examines the effort our most distant ancestors would go to just to make music ('we scraped the inside of goat hides to seek the hollows where sound resides'). And that's because even then they recognised just how important music is on a level above most people's understanding.
    armchair philosopheron December 23, 2008   Link

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