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Saul Williams. song - DNA
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Feel the musicSon, we got you programmed like a beatWhen I press snare, yo, guard your grill Press kick, you move your feetYou can’t compete I got my hydrants parked on every streetI’m federal, nigga, son of sun Come close and feel the heat I am the streetsThe white lines only separate me from meYou hydroplane in false gods name and still crash into meSign and tree, mountainside, guardrail, into the sea They thought they stole you from my arms then carried you to meHere’s the keyDNA encoded in a beatWhite rocks in a vial, nigga, ain’t got nuthin’ on meBitch I’m freeAsk these editors at MTVFar as they know they’re publishing some new school poetryLet it be‘Cause even that will do to turn the keyDoorways into other worldsThe truth shall set you free You are me, I am you, but also I am heShepherd of a bastard flock that grazes in the streetsFeel the beat, nod your headLean back, yo, touch your feetLet me see you pop that thang right there girl in your seatFeel the heatCount this page amongst your whitest sheetsComfort in my every wordSlide under, countless sheepKeep your head upWe represent The Real, my nigga, dead upBook of the Dead, history bledThis nigga fed upLed us to despair, some into prayer, and they won’t let up until they got us worshipping them false gods instead of The RealnessGod of the streets, my niggas feel thisWe nod our heads and worship through beatsGo ahead and kneelIt’s the love that makes the cipher completeAnd it’d displayed through the way the bass line marries the beatKeep your head up
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Stem
Feel the musicSon, we got you programmed like a beatWhen I press snare, yo, guard your grill Press kick, you move your feetYou can’t compete I got my hydrants parked on every streetI’m federal, nigga, son of sun Come close and feel the heat I am the streetsThe white lines only separate me from meYou hydroplane in false gods name and still crash into meSign and tree, mountainside, guardrail, into the sea They thought they stole you from my arms then carried you to meHere’s the keyDNA encoded in a beatWhite rocks in a vial, nigga, ain’t got nuthin’ on meBitch I’m freeAsk these editors at MTVFar as they know they’re publishing some new school poetryLet it be‘Cause even that will do to turn the keyDoorways into other worldsThe truth shall set you free You are me, I am you, but also I am heShepherd of a bastard flock that grazes in the streetsFeel the beat, nod your headLean back, yo, touch your feetLet me see you pop that thang right there girl in your seatFeel the heatCount this page amongst your whitest sheetsComfort in my every wordSlide under, countless sheepKeep your head upWe represent The Real, my nigga, dead upBook of the Dead, history bledThis nigga fed upLed us to despair, some into prayer, and they won’t let up until they got us worshipping them false gods instead of The RealnessGod of the streets, my niggas feel thisWe nod our heads and worship through beatsGo ahead and kneelIt’s the love that makes the cipher completeAnd it’d displayed through the way the bass line marries the beatKeep your head up