SAUL WILLIAMS

SAUL WILLIAMS - Lalala lyrics

rate me

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 wishes belated

Blow out the candles

I wait in the darkness like a vandal

The silloutte of set in this mirror on the mantle

Fire places in the heart

Water places the art

'Round the island of desire

Where most primitives stalk

Sacrificing their daughters

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

Constituted and lawed us

Distorted truths that they taught us

We rebelled, then fought us

We conformed, then they formed us

Now y'all 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

Out of chaos comes order

Out of chaos comes order

Out of chaos comes order

Out of chaos comes order

Fake niggas run for the border

La la la la

La la la la

La la la la

La la la la

In a past life I was a woodcarver's knife

The sharpened blade of a woodcutter

The eldest son of the chief's brother

A 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 with the cards you're dealt

Calling all tarot readers and sparrow feeders

To cancel the apocalypse

Metaphorically speaking

Metaphorically speaking

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