Saul Williams

Saul Williams - Twice The First Time lyrics

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i will not rhyme on tracks
 niggas on a chain gang used to do that (Huh!) way back

 i will not rhyme over tracks
 niggas on a chain gang used to do that (Huh!) way back

 don't drop the beat on me
 don't drop the beat no
 ah

 i am not the son of sha klak klak
 i am before that
 i am before
 i am before before before death is eternity after death is eternity
 there is no death there's only eternity
 and i be riding on the wings of eternity like
 CLA CLA CLA SHA KLACK KLACK
 GET ME THE FUCK OFF THIS TRACK

 as if the heart beat wasn't enough
 they got us using drum machines now
 the hums of the machines
 tryin to make our drums humdrums
 tryin to ???? our magic
 insturments be political prisioners up inside computers
 as if the heart were not enough
 as if the heart were not enough

 and as heart beats bring percussions
 fallen trees bring reprocussions
 citys play upon our souls like broken drums
 redrum the essence of creation from city slums
 but city slums mute our drums and our drums become humdrums
 cuz city slums have never been where our drums are from
 just the place where our daughters and sons become
 offbeat heartbeats
 slaves to city streets
 and hearts get broken and heartbeats stop
 broken heartbeats become breakbeats for niggas to rhyme on top, but..

 i won't rhyme on top no tracks
 niggas on a chain gang used to do that (Huh) way back

 i won't rhyme over tracks
 niggas on a chain gang used to do that (Huh) way back

 don't drop the beat no
 don't drop the beat noooo

 not untill you've listen to Rakim on a rocky mountain top
 have you heard hip hop
 extract the urban element which created it
 and let a open wide country side illustrate it
 riding in a freight train
 in the freezing rain
 listening to Coltrane
 my reality went insane
 and i think i saw Jesus
 he was playing hopscotch with Betty Carter
 who was cursing him out
 in a scat-like gibberish for not saying 'butterfingers'
 and my fingers run through grains of sand
 like seeds of time
 the pains of man
 the frames of mind
 which built these frames
 which is the structure of my urban superstructure
 the trains and planes can corrupt and obstruct your planes of thought
 so you that forget how to walk through the woods
 which ain't good cuz you ain't never walked through the trees
 listenin' to nobody beats the biz and you ain't never heard hip hop

 and you must stop that damn track from going...
 please don't drop the beat
 don't drop the beat nooo

 and...

 i will not rhyme on tracks
 niggas on a chain gang used to that (huh) way back
 (repeat)

 don't drop the beat noooo

 don't drop the beat no
 don't drop the beat no
 don't drop the beat
 ...heartbeat
 my heartbeat
 goes on
 and on
 and on...

 yeah
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Language: English

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