Paroles de Black history month

Saul Williams

pochette album Black history month
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Date de parution : 10/06/2008

Durée : 0:03:15

Style : Hip Hop/Rap



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Can you feel it? nothing can save you
Im tougher than bullets so baby pray to your savior
I never been shot but i bet you im braver
Im taking my spot, nigga, i aint afraid to be me
Sometimes i find it very hard 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 maced
Now amplify this, turn up the bass

Picture me lampin in the company car
Rims like tibetan prayer wheels, nigga what? im a star
I cruise the block like a feather back and forth
Til i land as the song in your ear or the book in your hand

Now the whole fuckin' world bout to know who i am
Got your whole system up in my trunk
That dog eat dog make my woofers bark: atomic crunk
All my trill niggas know who be bringin' da funk
Lees and shell toes like its black history month

Yo the banana peels are carefully placed
So keep your shell toes carefully laced
The illest nigga got peppered and maced
Now amplify this, turn up the bass

Yo the banana peels are carefully placed
So keep your shell toes carefully laced
The illest nigga got peppered and maced
Now amplify this turn up the bass

There was one bore witness to the rays of the sun
Synthesized in her own image, photo negative shun
The development of parliament the phallic bop gun
Thus, the mothership connection spawned the birth of the drum

Ancient drum begat drum kingdom go, kingdom come
Ancient sector of the scepter risen up to the sun
Hidden hand of man begat patented clone of the drum
Boom bap strapped into a wire, tightly coiled and re-spun

Trigger sound, trigger gun, drum machine, machine gun
Bodies piled, carefully filed under beats
That were once reprogrammed to become unplugged concert of sun
Every ray with sample clearance, every two begat one

Boom bop hard as a gun, white cross-trainers, unstrung
Let these suckas know the cost of making harriet run
Let the north star be your guiding post when turned from the sun
Until knowledge reigns supreme over nearly everyone

Yo the banana peels are carefully placed
So keep your shell toes carefully laced
The illest nigga got peppered and maced
Now amplify this, turn up the bass

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