"The Ritual" as written by Saul Williams and Trent Reznor....
Bitch nigga, gun trigger, dick's bigger, why fuck?
Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mac truck
Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck
Bigger Thomas I promise, leave a corpse in the furnace

Bitch nigga, gun trigger, dick's bigger, why fuck?
Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mac truck
Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck
Bigger Thomas I promise, leave a corpse in the furnace

Bitch nigga, gun trigger, dick's bigger, why fuck?
Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mac truck
Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck
Bigger Thomas I promise, leave a corpse in the furnace

Bitch nigga, gun trigger, dick's bigger, why fuck?
Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a mac truck
Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck
Bigger Thomas I promise, leave a corpse in the furnace

Nigga what? I'm complicated down to my strut
Like the way I hold my gat flat on its side like a pug
And I'm tickling the trigger make it laugh from its gut
You would think I'm a comedian the way it erupts

Nigga what? I represent the ashes and dust
All that's sittin' up in ya chin that's got ya stuck in a rut
You can fire, hold your fire, son, I'm smokin' you up
You can whistle your desires even Buddha got snuffed

Nigga now I'm standing on the corner of wow
Exclamations pointed at me 'cause I'm gettin' these nouns
Got these kids inventing adjectives and gaining renown
'cause I am nigga, I am

Nigga please, the earth, the air, the fire and the seas
Third dimension, fourth dimension, fifth dimension with ease
Oh, the chicken never thought I've got ya smokin' them trees
Ask your front door what my sawed off got you snortin' them keys

Nigga what? But I ain't gonna knock open up
When it's time to meet your maker ain't no changing the plot
You're an actor in the series nigga, I own the lot
And I'm here to serve these royalties like gold in a pot

Callin' haves and have nots
Callin' haves and have nots
Callin' haves and have nots
Callin' haves and have nots

Callin' haves and have nots
Callin' haves and have nots
Callin' haves and have nots
Callin' haves and have nots

Hey, ain't no need to stop that
Hey, ain't no need to stop that
Hey, ain't no need to stop that
Hey, ain't no need

God and pussy, objects of desire
And ill repute some rather seek up high
Than dig and grind that inner truth
The angel of my eye

A bit too fly to substitute
With any other form than the Messiah's black Mariah
Mothership, grandmother moon and sea
The wave and form of beauty born of Eden's apple tree
And every single Adam stands erect and prays to be
The follower she offers sweet communion, holy union

Let me see you run it just like that
Move your hips from side to side
Come forward, push it back
Let me know firsthand the land of glory that I lack
I surrender all to you if you surrender back

Holy God where'd you learn to squeeze it tight and then
Move it slow enough for me to question everything?
You slowly start to tremble heaven's walls begin to sing
Tsunami ever after cosmic slop on everything

Hey, ain't no need to stop that
Hey, ain't no need to stop that

Bitch nigga, gun trigger, dick's bigger, why fuck?
(Ain't no need to stop that)
Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mac truck
Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck
Bigger Thomas I promise, leave a corpse in the furnace

Bitch nigga, gun trigger, dick's bigger, why fuck?
Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mac truck
Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck
Bigger Thomas I promise, leave a corpse in the furnace


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"The Ritual" as written by Saul Williams Trent Reznor

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    General Commentanyone ever read Native Son...?
    hardlyamethodon November 20, 2007   Link
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    General CommentI listened to this song about 3 or 4 times, but I know some things might be off, so let me know what you spot and I'll change it!

    Oh, and hardlyamethod, I did notice the Native Son reference. :)
    strykerchickon November 20, 2007   Link
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    General CommentThis song scared me too. Well, not at first. Here's the story. While we were working on the 2nd draft of demos at the Mailbu studio, Trent told me one friday that he might send over a few tracks he'd been working on for me to vibe with over the weekend. Saturday night comes and I get an email from Trent with a yousendit file attached. Already I'm super excited. We'd been working together for some time by now and I was eager to see where his head was musically aside from the tracks we had been working on together. Also, I had developed a habit of writing a song a night which means I was in a zone and my house was charged with creative energy. My friend/roomate Beau seemed to be just as excited about the album as I was. He would come down from his cave and rock out with me as I danced circles in my room. But with this new music from Trent we both knew we were gonna have a fun and LOUD night, so before listening we lit candles and set the stage. A freind even gifted us with some chocolate treats... Nice. When this beat came out of the speakers we fuckin lost it. I think I had it on repeat for like 5 hours straight. I remember thinking, "what kind of African pills has Trent been poppin?!'. Beau, who's a Chinese American poet from Oklahoma, asked the same question, as we practiced traditional African Dance in front of the fireplace. During the course of the evening I recorded the lyrics which are from The Dead Emcee Scrolls and they just fit the track beautifully. Later, in the mixing process the track scared me. Although I knew its connection to the story and the reason for the violent lyrics, I felt like I was conjuring the devil. Then I remembered that there was no devil and kept dancing. Dancing through the mayhem is Niggy's story in a nutshell. I almost opted against putting this song on the album, but, truly, it wouldn't be complete with out it. We mixed it on 7/7/7.
    -Saul Williams
    saulwilliams.com/cgi-bin/ubb/…
    laurelinwyntreon November 20, 2007   Link
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    General CommentI noticed one verse in particular was a bit off.

    It's:


    God and pussy
    Objects of desire
    And ill repute
    Some rather seek up high than
    dig and grind that inner truth

    But yes, The Native Son reference is definitely there. Most of his album is like that from what I noticed.
    janejetsetteron February 28, 2008   Link

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