Saul Williams
Si j'aime cet artiste c'est d'abord pour le son de sa voix et le claquement de ses mots. Fluide et félin il se glisse dans des musiques et des rythmes assez variés. Sa Klak, Sa Slang, Sa Fouette, Sa Tire à Blanc, Sa Dégomme les abris-bus rien que pour se prouver qu'on est des hommes, Sa Déchire, S'est simple et beau! Sa ne respecte rien MAIS
MAIS il y a toujours un joli mois de MAIS
il va à l'essence ciel
il dribble, crochète, double passe et marque dans la lucarne.
Twice the First Time
(sung)
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
Elohim (1972)
In 1972 my mother was rushed from a James Brown concert
in order to give birth to me
my style is black hole
most niggas simply sound like earth to me
if hip hop were the moon i'd be the first to bleed
cyclical sacraments of self for all my peers to read
i recite the user night
the light for you to read by
have you floating on cloud nine without you realizing it's my mind's sky
and the ground on which you walk is the tounge with which i walk
i speak the seas, i root the trees of suburbia and new york
city streets can never claim me, that's why i never sound like you
all y'all niggas claim the streets as if paths through the woods aint true
you better walk the path, you better do the math
cuz your screw face will only make the buddah laugh
even if you know the lessons you don't know the half
but don't take it from me
son, take a bath
i can recite the grass on the hill and memorize the moon
i know the cloud forms of love by heart
and have brought tears to the eye of the storm
and my memory banks walk ??? forests and amazon river banks
and i scream them into sunsets that echo in earthquakes
shadows have been my spotlight as i monolouge the night
and dialouge with days
soliloquys of wind and breeze
applauded by sunrays
we put language in zoos to observe caged thought
and toss peanuts and p-funk at intellect
and motherfuckers think these are metaphors
i speak what i see
all words and worlds are metaphors of ME
my life was authored by the moon
footprints written in soil
the foutain pen of marshen men
novelling human toil
and yes, the soil speaks highly of me
but earth seeds root me poetry
and read forests forever through resscitation
now
maybe i'm too serious
too little here to matter
though i'm riddled with the reason of the sun
i stand up comets with the audience of lungs
this body of laughter is it with me or at me?
hue more or less
human though gender's mute
and the punchline has it's lifeline at it's root
i'm a star this life of suburbs i commute
make daily runs between the sun and earthly loot
and raise my children to the height of life and truth
Ohm
("ohm" is chanted in long drawn out syllables throughout the song)
through meditation I program my heart
to beat breakbeats and hum basslines on exhalation
*Saul beatboxes* "ohm"
I burn seven day candles that melt
into twelve inch circles on my mantle
and spin funk like myrrh
*Saul beatboxes* "ohm"
and I can fade worlds in and out with my mixing patterns
letting the Earth spin as I blend in Saturn
niggaz be like spinning windmills, braiding hair
locking, popping, as the sonic force
of the soul keeps the planets rocking
the beat don't stop when, soulless matter blows
into the cosmos, trying to be stars
the beat don't stop when, Earth sends out satellites
to spy on Saturnites and control Mars
cause niggaz got a peace treaty with Martians
and we be keepin em up to date with sacred gibberish
like "sho' nuff" and "it's on"
the beat goes on, the beat goes on, the beat goes "ohm"
and I roam through the streets of downtown Venus
trying to auction off monuments of Osiris' severed penis
but they don't want no penis in Venus
for androgynous cosmology sets their spirits free
and they neither men nor women be
but they be down with a billion niggaz who have yet to see
that interplanetary truth is androgynous
and they be sending us shoutouts through shooting stars
and niggaz be like, "Whattup?" and talking Mars
cause we are so-lar and regardless of how far we roam from home
the universe remains our center, like "ohm"
I am no Earthling, I drink moonshine on Mars
and mistake meteors for stars cause I can't hold my liquor
but I can hold my breath and ascend like wind to the black hole
and play galaxaphones on the fire escapes of your soul
blowing tunes through lunar wombs, impregnating stars
giving birth to suns, that darken the skins that skin our drums
and we be beating infinity over sacred hums
spinning funk like myrrh until Jesus comes
and Jesus comes everytime we drum
and the moon drips blood and eclipses the sun
and out of darkness comes a *Saul beatboxes*
and out of darkness comes a *Saul beatboxes*
and out of darkness comes the...
RESPECT !!!
Si j'aime cet artiste c'est d'abord pour le son de sa voix et le claquement de ses mots. Fluide et félin il se glisse dans des musiques et des rythmes assez variés. Sa Klak, Sa Slang, Sa Fouette, Sa Tire à Blanc, Sa Dégomme les abris-bus rien que pour se prouver qu'on est des hommes, Sa Déchire, S'est simple et beau! Sa ne respecte rien MAIS
MAIS il y a toujours un joli mois de MAIS
il va à l'essence ciel
il dribble, crochète, double passe et marque dans la lucarne.
Twice the First Time
(sung)
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
Elohim (1972)
In 1972 my mother was rushed from a James Brown concert
in order to give birth to me
my style is black hole
most niggas simply sound like earth to me
if hip hop were the moon i'd be the first to bleed
cyclical sacraments of self for all my peers to read
i recite the user night
the light for you to read by
have you floating on cloud nine without you realizing it's my mind's sky
and the ground on which you walk is the tounge with which i walk
i speak the seas, i root the trees of suburbia and new york
city streets can never claim me, that's why i never sound like you
all y'all niggas claim the streets as if paths through the woods aint true
you better walk the path, you better do the math
cuz your screw face will only make the buddah laugh
even if you know the lessons you don't know the half
but don't take it from me
son, take a bath
i can recite the grass on the hill and memorize the moon
i know the cloud forms of love by heart
and have brought tears to the eye of the storm
and my memory banks walk ??? forests and amazon river banks
and i scream them into sunsets that echo in earthquakes
shadows have been my spotlight as i monolouge the night
and dialouge with days
soliloquys of wind and breeze
applauded by sunrays
we put language in zoos to observe caged thought
and toss peanuts and p-funk at intellect
and motherfuckers think these are metaphors
i speak what i see
all words and worlds are metaphors of ME
my life was authored by the moon
footprints written in soil
the foutain pen of marshen men
novelling human toil
and yes, the soil speaks highly of me
but earth seeds root me poetry
and read forests forever through resscitation
now
maybe i'm too serious
too little here to matter
though i'm riddled with the reason of the sun
i stand up comets with the audience of lungs
this body of laughter is it with me or at me?
hue more or less
human though gender's mute
and the punchline has it's lifeline at it's root
i'm a star this life of suburbs i commute
make daily runs between the sun and earthly loot
and raise my children to the height of life and truth
Ohm
("ohm" is chanted in long drawn out syllables throughout the song)
through meditation I program my heart
to beat breakbeats and hum basslines on exhalation
*Saul beatboxes* "ohm"
I burn seven day candles that melt
into twelve inch circles on my mantle
and spin funk like myrrh
*Saul beatboxes* "ohm"
and I can fade worlds in and out with my mixing patterns
letting the Earth spin as I blend in Saturn
niggaz be like spinning windmills, braiding hair
locking, popping, as the sonic force
of the soul keeps the planets rocking
the beat don't stop when, soulless matter blows
into the cosmos, trying to be stars
the beat don't stop when, Earth sends out satellites
to spy on Saturnites and control Mars
cause niggaz got a peace treaty with Martians
and we be keepin em up to date with sacred gibberish
like "sho' nuff" and "it's on"
the beat goes on, the beat goes on, the beat goes "ohm"
and I roam through the streets of downtown Venus
trying to auction off monuments of Osiris' severed penis
but they don't want no penis in Venus
for androgynous cosmology sets their spirits free
and they neither men nor women be
but they be down with a billion niggaz who have yet to see
that interplanetary truth is androgynous
and they be sending us shoutouts through shooting stars
and niggaz be like, "Whattup?" and talking Mars
cause we are so-lar and regardless of how far we roam from home
the universe remains our center, like "ohm"
I am no Earthling, I drink moonshine on Mars
and mistake meteors for stars cause I can't hold my liquor
but I can hold my breath and ascend like wind to the black hole
and play galaxaphones on the fire escapes of your soul
blowing tunes through lunar wombs, impregnating stars
giving birth to suns, that darken the skins that skin our drums
and we be beating infinity over sacred hums
spinning funk like myrrh until Jesus comes
and Jesus comes everytime we drum
and the moon drips blood and eclipses the sun
and out of darkness comes a *Saul beatboxes*
and out of darkness comes a *Saul beatboxes*
and out of darkness comes the...
RESPECT !!!
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