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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 puck
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 Buddah got snuffed
Nigga now
I'm standing on the corner of Wow
Exclamations pointed at me cuz I'm gettin' these nouns
Got these kids inventing adjectives and gaining renown
Cuz I am nigga
I am
Nigga please
The air, the earth, the fire and seas
Third dimension, fourth dimension, fifth dimension with ease
Oh, the chicken never thought I 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-not's
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 have been too fly to substitute
with any other form than the messiahs
Black Mariahs
Mother ship, 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
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
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
I'm complicated down to my strut
Like the way I hold my gat flat on its side like a puck
And I'm tickling the trigger make it laugh from its gut
You would think I'm a comedian the way it erupts
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 Buddah got snuffed
I'm standing on the corner of Wow
Exclamations pointed at me cuz I'm gettin' these nouns
Got these kids inventing adjectives and gaining renown
Cuz I am nigga
I am
The air, the earth, the fire and seas
Third dimension, fourth dimension, fifth dimension with ease
Oh, the chicken never thought I got ya smokin' them trees
Ask your front door what my sawed off got you snortin' them keys
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
Hey, ain't no need
Objects of desire
And ill repute
Some rather seek up high than
dig and grind that inner truth
The angel of my eye have been too fly to substitute
with any other form than the messiahs
Black Mariahs
Mother ship, 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
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
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
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
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anyone ever read Native Son...?
I 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. :)
This 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 http://www.saulwilliams.com/cgi-bin/ubb/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_topic;f=2;t=002361
I 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.