Saul Williams: Lalala

Nigga, you betta drink half a gallon of shaolin before you pluck the strings of my violin, my life is orchestrated, like london symphony, concentrated. Niggas waited and waited. i'm birthday wistles, belated. blow out the candles, i wait in the darkness, like a vandal. the silloutte of set in this mirror on the mantle. fire place is in the heart. water places the art 'round the island of desiring wheremost primitives stalk sacrificing their daughters, but these primordial waters carry a feminine agenda that no man ever taught us. true they captured and caught us, transported, sold us, and bought us. they constituted and lawed us, distorted truths that they taught us. we rebelled, then fought us. we conformed, then they formed us. Now these niggas rhyming 'bout material possessions. My adidas are three years old, like my daughter, niggas rhyme 'bout alize and need to rhyme about water. but out of chaos comes order out of chaos comes order out of chaos comes order....Fake niggas run for the border LA LA LA LA LA LALA LA LALA LA LA LA LA LA LA in a past life i was a woodcarver's knife the sharpened blade of a woodcutter the eldest son of the chief's brother: maker of drums. we scraped the inside of goat hides to seek the hollows where sound resides, offering the parts we did not use to invoke the muse. music of the ghettos, the cosmos, the negroes, the necros: overcomers of death, disciples of breath. dissection of drumbeats like Osirus by Seth. breakbeats into fourteen pieces. dissembled chaos, organized noise. a patchwork of heartbeats to ressurect true b-boys. be men let's mend the broken heart of Isis. age of aquarius. mother nature is furious while you rhyme about being hardcore be heartcore. what is it that we do art for? metaphor. metasin. it's an age of healing. why not rhyme about what you're feeling? or not be felt. deal w/ the cards you're dealt. calling tarot readers and sparrow feeders to cancel the apocalypse....metaphorically speaking (meta: greek for beyond)