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Blackalicious - Release lyrics
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 f/ Lyrics Born, Saul Williams
(Release)
(Release)
(Release)
 [Gift of Gab]
 Prevalent melanin elephant bailin
 And carrying sedatives that'll give average lettermen callouses
 Wrecking with savageness, catalyst
 battling rappers'll stagger right after the dagger is left in it
 Cherish ? (Release) Attica
 Shatter your algebra with calculus (give it up)
 Damage your pattern I'm pounding you so fabulous (give it up)
 Enough is enough is enough and I'm busting up outta this shell
 In eruption and rupture your structure the fuck with you (Release)
 Up in you and cut you a costumer
 Huffing and puffing, discussing absolutely nothing, disgusting
 Plus I'm feeling me rushing up in your country percussion
 No woman gets struck in the boundaries
 Wake up if your lunging, I'm something, you're nothing (Release)
 Now come see grunting, I'm hunting
 For one emcees running
 I'm stomping my foot through your army
 They couldn't have stopped me with shoties
 Oddity, why did he, why do these entire societies inside of societies
 And survivors still remain alive (Release) emcees
 Thriving to flow, opting to go
 five hundred and fifty-five syllables to go
 Split em' with subliminal intentional dentinal pro
 Unlimited flow unriveted, inhibited, vindited
 Now you can't get rid of it like (Release) business
 Magnificent, intimate, in it with, in a minute, gonna be in a nicks
 In it with a gig, big fat heads like eggs Benedict
 Pigs lick shit, rip with words in a bismol energy
 It's time I society beats release
 [Saul Williams]
 Inner breathlessness, outer restlessness
 By the time I caught up to freedom I was out of breath
 Grandma asked me what I'm running for
 I guess I'm out for the same thing the sun is sunning for
 What mothers birth their youngens for
 And some say Jesus coming for
 For all I know the earth is spinning slow
 Suns at half mast 'cause masses ain't aglow
 On bended knee, prostrate before an altered tree
 I've made the forest suit me
 Tables and chairs
 Papers and prayers
 Matter versus spirit
 A metal ladder
 A wooden cross
 A plastic bottle of water
 A mandala encased in glass
 A spirit encased in flesh
 Sound from shaped hollows
 The thickest of mucus released from heightened passion
 A man that cries in his sleep
 A truth that has gone out of fashion
 A mode of expression
 A paint splattered wall
 A carton of cigarettes
 A bouquet of corpses
 A dying forest
 A nurtured garden
 A privatized prison
 A candle with a broken wick
 A puddle that reflects the sun
 A piece of paper with my name on it
 I'm surrounded
 I surrender
 All
 All that I am I have been
 All I have been has been a long time coming
 I am becoming all that I am
 The spittle that surrounds the mouth-piece of the flute
 Unheard, yet felt
 A gathered wetness
 A quiet moisture
 Sound trapped in a bubble
 Released into wind
 Wind fellows and land merchants
 We are history's detergent
 Water soluble, light particles, articles of cleansing breath
 Articles amending death
 These words are not tools of communication
 They are shards of metal
 Dropped from eight story windows
 They are waterfalls and gas leaks
 Aged thoughts rolled in tobacco leaf
 The tools of a trade
 Barbers barred, barred of barters
 Catch phrases and misunderstandings
 But they are not what I feel when I am alone
 Surrounded by everything and nothing
 And there isn't a word or phrase to be caught
 A verse to be recited
 A man to de-fill my being in those moments
 I am blankness, the contained center of an "O"
 The pyramidic containment of an "A"
 I stand in the middle of all that I have learned
 All that I have memorized
 All that I've known by heart
 Unable to reach any of itBlackalicious - Release - http://motolyrics.com/blackalicious/release-lyrics.html
 There is no sadness
 There is no bliss
 It is a forgotten memory
 A memorable escape route that only is found by not looking
 There, in the spine of the dictionary the words are worthless
 They are a mere weight pressing against my thoughtlessness
 But then, who else can speak of thoughtlessness with such confidence
 Who else has learned to sling these ancient ideas
 like dead rats held by their tails
 so as not to infect this newly oiled skin
 I can think of nothing heavier than an airplane
 I can think of no greater conglomerate of steel and metal
 I can think of nothing less likely to fly
 There are no wings more weighted
 I too have felt a heaviness
 The stare of man guessing at my being
 Yes I am homeless
 A homeless man making offerings to the after-future
 Sculpting rubber tree forests out of worn tires and shoe soles
 A nation unified in exhale
 A cloud of smoke
 A native pipe ceremony
 All the gathered cigarette butts piled in heaps
 Snow covered mountains
 Lipsticks smeared and shriveled
 Offerings to an afterworld
 Tattoo guns and plastic wrappers
 Broken zippers and dead eyed dolls
 It's all overwhelming me, oak and elming me
 I have seeded a forest of myself
 Little books from tall trees
 It matters not what this paper be made of
 Give me notebooks made of human flesh
 Dried on steel hooks and nooses
 Make uses of use, uses of us
 It's all overwhelming me, oak and elming me
 I have seeded a forest of myself
 Little books from tall trees
 On bended knee
 Prostrate before an altered tree
 I've made the forest suit me
 Tables and chairs
 Papers and prayers
 Matter vs. spirit, through meditation
 I program my heart to beat breakbeats and hum basslines on exhalation
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 [Lyrics Born]
 The heaven-sent benevolent medicine man reverend
 Peddling deliverance that resemble amphetamines to
 the residents in the meadow of pestilence
 Who developed a chemical dependence on pessimism, now
 Is he is, or is he ain't
 The most distinctive speaker seeping through your sleepy speakers
 Yes he is, oh, yes indeed
 So distinguished, so close some people think half (?)
 Ain't no secret, people, trust me
 It's mostly hustling
 Moves me up strait
 But just focus on the gun scene
 Boasting and fussing
 They both so unproductive
 Suppose it go in my blood stream
 Let me post this question
 Ask anybody, just anybody
 They'll tell you that the antibody to the petty
 Potty mouth gots to be
 Success at something
 To be the best of something
 And not to stress the dumb shit
 Cause you ain't missing nothing
 You got to
 [Gift of Gab]
 Motivate, accelerate, never wait, know your weight, throw away hate
 Grow and make weight of your older dates
 Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate fate
 Just motivate, accelerate, never wait, show the way, no escape
 Take hold and shift shape, live a longer day
 Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate fate
 Astrologist, colleges follow this through the metropolis
 The dominant brown bomber, I'm in it, being prominent
 Walking it, mean walking it, clean the scene, stalking it
 Volcanic, got ya'll panicking, false canyon
 And, awe wait, all day
 Outlandish bandits be slandering what we mastering cause they can't catch us
 They all pray for our downfall
 Maybe one day, sike
 You never get no balance if you're crooked so play right, snake
 I'm mongoosing on you, stormtrooping through your form
 Oncoming, enslaught, on one
 Chopping you, I'll tomahawk, trauma hawk
 On running (?), rocking shit 'till I was born
 You're a Tom Thumb and I'm King Kong Bundy
 Strong thunder, all summer long, keep on coming
 Dawn, dusk, night, morning
 I'll bust tight poems
 Raw, just might (?) ya'll
 With the white motive, motivation
 Motivate, accelerate, never wait, know your weight, throw away hate
 Grow and make weight of your older gates
 Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate faith
 Just motivate, accelerate, never wait, show the way, no escape
 Take hold and shift shape, live a longer day
 Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate faith
















