"DNA" as written by Saul Williams, Trent Reznor, Thavius Ajabu Beck and Ikey Owens....
Feel the music son, we got you programmed like a beat
When I press snare, yo, guard your grill
Press kick, you move your feet, you can't compete
I got my hydrants parked on every street

I'm federal nigga, son of sun, come close and feel the heat
I am the streets, the white lines only separate me from me
You hydroplane in false gods name and still crash into me
Sign and tree, mountainside, guardrail into the sea

They thought they stole you from my arms then carried you to me
Here's the key, DNA encoded in a beat
White rocks in a vial, nigga, ain't got nuthin' on me
Bitch I'm free, ask these editors at MTV

Far as they know they're publishing some new school poetry
Let it be 'cause even that will do to turn the key
Doorways into other worlds, the truth shall set you free
You are me, I am you, but also I'm he

Shepherd of a bastard flock that grazes in the streets
Feel the beat nod your head lean back, yo, touch your feet
Let me see you pop that thang right there girl in your seat
Feel the heat, count this page amongst your whitest sheets
Comfort in my every word slide under countless sheep

Hail Mary, Mother of God
Got the whole host of angels shuffling in my iPod
Niggas learned to raise their voices when I lowered my rod
Staff of Moses, Pharaoh knows it, son, my word is my bond

Tune my heart with mind, speak my nature, divine
Callin' shit into existence back in '79
With the future in my pocket tightly gripped like a 9
Keep my finger on the trigger waiting for the right time

Ancient niggas align, path of cosmic design
Blood of kings 'cause Saturn's rings don't need no diamonds to shine
Yes, the reason for the season, ornamented divine
Coded Language of the mystics with my fist in the sky

Keep your head up, we represent the real, my nigga dead up
Book of the dead, history bled, this nigga fed up
Led us to despair, some into prayer and they won't let up
Until they got us worshiping them false gods instead of the realness
God of the streets, my niggas feel this

We nod our heads and worship through beats
Go ahead and kneel
It?s the love that makes the cipher complete
And it?d displayed through the way the bass line marries the beat

Hail Mary, Mother of God
Got the whole host of angels shuffling in my iPod
Niggas learned to raise their voices when I lowered my rod
Staff of Moses, Pharaoh knows it, son, my word is my bond

Tune my heart with mind, speak my nature, divine
Callin' shit into existence back in '79
With the future in my pocket tightly gripped like a 9
Keep my finger on the trigger waiting for the right time

Ancient niggas align, path of cosmic design
Blood of kings 'cause Saturn's rings don't need no diamonds to shine
Yes, the reason for the season, ornamented divine
Coded language of the mystics with my fist in the sky

Keep your head up


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"DNA" as written by Saul Williams Ikey Owens

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    General CommentThanks for that imatt. I didn't even notice that line was missing.
    chainhomelowon November 07, 2007   Link
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    General CommentIt's missing the following line:
    "callin' shit into existence back in '79"

    In between "speak my nature: divine" and " "With the future in my pocket..."

    This is a great song on a great album, by a great artist. DNA...it's about what we're made of...

    niggytardust.com Pay for it and fuck the record companies
    imatton November 05, 2007   Link
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    General CommentAint nuthin really harder than this. Musically, the idea came from a song Thavius played me from what I believe was his Lab Waste album, a collaboration with him and LA rapper, Subtitle. We were looking for something to use on stage to update my song "Our Father" from Amethyst Rock Star. I had grown tired of the original music, but wanted to perform it. Once we brought it onstage I found myself freestyling to it everynight until one night I read chap.9-12 of the Scrolls over the beat and it worked magically. I was listening to a lot of Screw music at the time, especially the chopped and screwed version of TI's album with Motivation and ASAP on it. We recorded the lyrics and then I asked Thave if he knew how to screw my voice which he did on some nerd program Later, Ikey from the Mars Volta came over my house and I askled him to play over the track, which is what u hear in the choruses. I remember being skeptical about playing this one for Trent because I thought it might be too ghetto for him. Wasn't sure if he'd understand it. He loved it and came up with some great ideas so that it didn't sound so stagnant. Its actually the biggest collaborative effort on the album. Thavius, Ikey, CX, Atticus, Trent, and me all ended up bringing this song to life. I've jokingly referred to it as my street credibility track. Although I think everyone or many can appreciate it, I think this song resonates from a very particular experience that cannot be found by watching repeat episodes of Good Times. If ur a white dude and u wanna impress a black girl, try this or Scared Money in ur car when u pick her up and she might make u the exception to her rule..... what y'all aint into interracial dating? This is hybrid music. Make babies. End race.
    -Saul Williams
    saulwilliams.com/cgi-bin/ubb/…
    laurelinwyntreon November 20, 2007   Link

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