1987 Lyrics - Singles - Saul Williams

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 tongue 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