Текст (слова) песни: Saul Williams - 1987

 
Acid-wash Guess with the leather patches 
Sportin` the white Diadoras with the hoodie that matches 
I`m wearing two Swatches and a small Gucci pouch 
I could have worn the Lugi but I left it in the house 
Now, my niggas Duce and Wayne got gold plates with their names 
With the skyline on it with the box link chain 
I`m wearing my frames 
They match my gear with their tint 
And you know Lagerfields is the scent 
 
Now, my nigga Rafael just got his jeep out the shop 
Mint green sidekick, custom-made rag top 
"Strictly Business" is the album that we play 
"You`re A Customer"; the pick of the day 
Now there`s a nigga on the block, never seen him before 
Selling incence and oil, my man thinks that he`s the law 
But 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 more 
I was the one bearing the pitcher of water 
I rent the large upper room 
Furnished with tidings of your doom 
Or pleasure, whichever feathers[?] decree." 
Yo Ralph is he talking to me? 
"No I`m talking to the sea son`s resurrected 
I`m the solstice of the day 
I bring news from the blues of the Caspian" 
My man laughs, he`s one them crazy motherfuckers 
Turn the music back up - `cause I`m the E-Double` 
"Wait, but but but but I know the volume of the sea 
And sound waves as I will 
Will you allow me to be at your service?" 
My man Ralph is nervous. He believes 
That this strange tounge deceives 
And maybe he`s been informed that 
He`s pushing gats hidden in the back, beneath the floor mats 
Come on Jack, we don`t have time 
For your bullshit or playin 
A`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 stand 
Ours is the blood that flowed from the palms of his hands 
on the plow till earth 
till I`m now 
Moon cycles revisited, womb fruit of the sun 
Full moon of occasions wave the wolves where they run 
And they run towards the light casting love on the winds 
As is the science of the aroma of sleeping women 
Lost in his eyes they soon reflect my friend`s are grinning 
But I`m a pupil of his sight 
The wheels are spinning 
Yo I`ll see ya`ll later on tonight 
 
In the beginning her tears where the long awaited rains 
Of a parched Somali village 
Red dusted children danced shadows 
In the newfound mound of mascara that eclipsed her face 
Reflected in the smogged glass of carlos east street bodega 
Learning to love, she had forgotten to cry 
Seldom hearing the distant thunder in her lovers ambivalent sighs 
He was not honest 
She was not sure 
A great grandmother 
Had sacrificed the family`s clarity for God in the late 1800`s 
Nonetheless she had allowed him to mispronounce her name 
Which had eventually led to her misinterpreating her own dreams 
And later doubting them 
But 
The night was young 
She the firstborn daughter of water faced darkness and smiled 
Took mystery as her lover 
And raised light as her child 
 
Man that shit was wild you should have seen how they ran 
She woke up in an alley with a gun in her hand 
Tupac in lotus form 
Ennis`[?] blood on his hands 
She woke up on a vessel 
The land behind her 
The sun within her 
Water beneath her 
Mushed corn for dinner 
Or was it breakfast 
Her stomach turned as if a compass 
She prayed towards east and lay there breathless 
They threw her overboard for dead 
She swam silently and fled 
Into the blue sea 
La soh fa mi, re do, si 
The seventh octave 
I don`t mean to confuse you 
Many of us have been taught to sing 
And so we practice scales 
Many of us were born singing 
And thus were born with scales 
Mermaids, cooks, and fieldhands 
Sang a nightsong by the forest 
And the ocean was the chorus 
In Atlantis where they sang 
Those thrown overboard had overheard 
The mystery of the undertow 
And understood that down below 
There would be no more chains 
They surrendered breath and name 
And survived countless as rain 
I`m the weather man 
The clouds say storm is coming 
A white buffalo was born 
Already running 
And if you listen very close 
You`ll hear a humming 
Beneath the surface of our purpose lies 
Rumors of ancient man 
Dressed in cloud face minstrels in the sky 
The moon`s my mammy 
The storm holds my eye 
Dressed in westerlies [?] 
Robed by robes ol` man river knows my name 
And the reason you were born 
Is the reason 
That I came 
 
Then she looks me in the face 
And her eyes get weak 
Pulse rate descends, hearts rate increase 
Emcees look me in the face and their eyes get weak 
Pulse rates descends hearts rate increase 
It`s like "beam me up, Scottie", I control your body 
I`m as deadly as AIDS when it`s time to rock a party 
We all rocked fades, fresh faded in ladidadi - and when we rock the mic 
Ignore the feminine side - we rock the mic 
 
I presented my feminine side with flowers 
She cut the stems and placed them gently down my throat 
And these two lips might soon eclipse your brightest hopes
 

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1987