Saul Williams - 1987 Lyrics
* send corrections to the typistAcid-wash Guess with the leather patchesSportin' the white Diadoras with the hoodie that matchesI'm wearing two Swatches and a small Gucci pouchI could have worn the Lugi but I left it in the houseNow, my niggas Duce and Wayne got gold plates with their namesWith the skyline on it with the box link chainI'm wearing my framesThey match my gear with their tintAnd you know Lagerfields is the scentNow, my nigga Rafael just got his jeep out the shopMint green sidekick, custom-made rag top"Strictly Business" is the album that we play"You're A Customer"; the pick of the dayNow there's a nigga on the block, never seen him beforeSelling incence and oil, my man thinks that he's the lawBut 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 moreI was the one bearing the pitcher of waterI rent the large upper roomFurnished with tidings of your doomOr pleasure, whichever feathers[?] decree."Yo Ralph is he talking to me?"No I'm talking to the sea son's resurrectedI'm the solstice of the dayI bring news from the blues of the Caspian"My man laughs, he's one them crazy mother*****ersTurn the music back up - 'cause I'm the E-Double'"Wait, but but but but I know the volume of the seaAnd sound waves as I willWill you allow me to be at your service?"My man Ralph is nervous. He believesThat this strange tounge deceivesAnd maybe he's been informed thatHe's pushing gats hidden in the back, beneath the floor matsCome on Jack, we don't have timeFor your bullshit or playinA'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 standOurs is the blood that flowed from the palms of his handson the plow till earthtill I'm nowMoon cycles revisited, womb fruit of the sunFull moon of occasions wave the wolves where they runAnd they run towards the light casting love on the windsAs is the science of the aroma of sleeping womenLost in his eyes they soon reflect my friend's are grinningBut I'm a pupil of his sightThe wheels are spinningYo I'll see ya'll later on tonightIn the beginning her tears where the long awaited rainsOf a parched Somali villageRed dusted children danced shadowsIn the newfound mound of mascara that eclipsed her faceReflected in the smogged glass of carlos east street bodegaLearning to love, she had forgotten to crySeldom hearing the distant thunder in her lovers ambivalent sighsHe was not honestShe was not sureA great grandmotherHad sacrificed the family's clarity for God in the late 1800'sNonetheless she had allowed him to mispronounce her nameWhich had eventually led to her misinterpreating her own dreamsAnd later doubting themButThe night was youngShe the firstborn daughter of water faced darkness and smiledTook mystery as her loverAnd raised light as her childMan that shit was wild you should have seen how they ranShe woke up in an alley with a gun in her handTupac in lotus formEnnis'[?] blood on his handsShe woke up on a vesselThe land behind herThe sun within herWater beneath herMushed corn for dinnerOr was it breakfastHer stomach turned as if a compassShe prayed towards east and lay there breathlessThey threw her overboard for deadShe swam silently and fledInto the blue seaLa soh fa mi, re do, siThe seventh octaveI don't mean to confuse youMany of us have been taught to singAnd so we practice scalesMany of us were born singingAnd thus were born with scalesMermaids, cooks, and fieldhandsSang a nightsong by the forestAnd the ocean was the chorusIn Atlantis where they sangThose thrown overboard had overheardThe mystery of the undertowAnd understood that down belowThere would be no more chainsThey surrendered breath and nameAnd survived countless as rainI'm the weather manThe clouds say storm is comingA white buffalo was bornAlready runningAnd if you listen very closeYou'll hear a hummingBeneath the surface of our purpose liesRumors of ancient manDressed in cloud face minstrels in the skyThe moon's my mammyThe storm holds my eyeDressed in westerlies [?]Robed by robes ol' man river knows my nameAnd the reason you were bornIs the reasonThat I cameThen she looks me in the faceAnd her eyes get weakPulse rate descends, hearts rate increaseEmcees look me in the face and their eyes get weakPulse rates descends hearts rate increaseIt's like "beam me up, Scottie", I control your bodyI'm as deadly as AIDS when it's time to rock a partyWe all rocked fades, fresh faded in ladidadi - and when we rock the micIgnore the feminine side - we rock the micI presented my feminine side with flowersShe cut the stems and placed them gently down my throatAnd these two lips might soon eclipse your brightest hopes
