, instruments (banged and blown through) Instruments, instruments, instruments (banged and blown through) Instruments, instruments, instruments (banged and blown through) Instruments, instruments, instruments, instruments [Saul Williams
out... get it out, get it out Let it out, blow it out, spit it out... get it out By the horns and get it out, cough it up and spit it out, get it out
to be... "Who? " Me (The inevitable rise and liberation of NiggyTardust!) Yo, the banana peels are carefully placed! So keep your shell toes carefully laced! The illest nigga got peppered and
of the streets my niggas feel this We nod our heads and worship through beats Go ahead and kneel It's the love that makes the cipher complete And it'd
The legion is on fire! The legion is on fire! The legion is on fire! [Saul Williams:] I was born in a convict colony And I was torn from the land that
[Saul Williams:] No one ever does.. No one ever does.. Memories are like promises that are seldom kept Hence, why Jesus wept Every day, we are torn away
Ladies and gentlemen, it will be the greatest pleasure that I present... NiggyTardust [Saul Williams:] ... NiggyTardust: Grippo King, philosopher, and
the crowd and have the strength to hold your own To throw away the pen and pad and simply be the poem To rise above hatred to love through seeming contradiction
[Saul Williams:] What's a song if you can't fuck to it? I want to move deep in the gut of it And what's the right kind of behavior... to qualify as someone
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
son? [Chorus: Saul Williams] The trigger is you! The nigger is you! The trigger is you! The nigger is you! So what you gonna do? [Saul Williams:] You
search and I ponder. I question and wonder... I roar and I thunder, please, let me in [Saul Williams:] It's so hard to be the man I would be if hatred and
Reznor (of Nine Inch Nails)) [Trent Reznor:] I'm fighting every war at once and I'm winning You can't think of me as you did in the beginning [Saul Williams
back up, puts my back up against the wall [Chorus: Saul Williams] Sunday bloody Sunday, Sunday bloody Sunday Sunday bloody Sunday, Sunday bloody Sunday Sunday bloody Sunday, Sunday bloody Sunday [Saul Williams:] And