Acid-wash Guess with the leather patches
Sportin' the white Diadoras with the hoodie that matches
I'm wearing two Swatches and a small Gucci pouch
I could have worn the Louis, but I left it in the house
Now, my niggas Duce and Wayne got gold plates with their name
With the skyline on it, with the box link chain
I'm wearing my frames, they match my gear with their tint
And you know Lagerfeld is the scent
Now, my nigga Rafael just got his jeep out the shop
Mint green sidekick, custom-made ragtop
"Strictly Business" is the album that we play
"You're A Customer" the pick of the day
Now there's a nigga on the block, never seen him before
Selling incense and oil, my man think that he's the law
But why on earth would this be on their agenda?
As he slowly approaches the window
"Uh, uh, I've seen you before, I've been you and more
I was the one bearing the pitcher of water
I rent the large upper room furnished with tidings of your doom or pleasure
Whichever feathers decree"
Yo, Ralph is he talking to me?
"No, I'm talking to the sea son's resurrected
I'm the solstice of the day
I bring news from the blues of the Caspian"
My man laughs, he's one them crazy motherfuckers
Turn the music back up 'cause I'm the E-Double
"Wait but, but, but, but I know the volume of the sea
And sound waves as I will
Will you allow me to be at your service?"
My man Ralph is nervous
He believes his strange tongue deceives
And maybe he's been informed
That he's pushing gats hidden in the back, beneath the floor mats
Come on Jack, we don't have time for your bullshit or playin'
A'salaam a somethin' or another
"Wait isn't Juanita your mother?
I told you I know you
Now grant me a moment"
At the gates of Atlantis we stand
Ours is the blood that flowed from the palms of his hands
On the plow till earth, 'til I'm now
Moon cycles revisited, womb fruit of the sun
Full moon of occasions wave the wolves where they run
And we run towards the light casting love on the winds
As is the science of the aroma of sleeping women
Lost in his eyes they soon reflect my friends are grinning
But I'm a pupil of his sight, the wheels are spinning
Yo, I'll see ya'll later on tonight
In the beginning her tears were the long awaited rains
Of a parched Somali village
Red dusted children danced shadows
In the newfound mounds of mascara that eclipsed her face
Reflected in the smogged glass of Carlos' east street bodega
Learning to love, she had forgotten to cry
Seldom hearing the distant thunder in her lovers' ambivalent sighs
He was not honest
She was not sure
A great grandmother had sacrificed the family's clarity for God in the late 1800's
Nonetheless, she had allowed him to mispronounce her name
Which had eventually led to her misinterpreting her own dreams
And later doubting them, but the night was young
She, the firstborn daughter of water faced darkness and smiled
Took mystery as her lover and raised light as her child
Man, that shit was wild, you should have seen how they ran
She woke up in an alley with a gun in her hand
Tupac in lotus form, Ennis' blood on his hands
She woke up on a vessel, the land behind her
The sun within her, water beneath her
Mushed corn for dinner or was it breakfast?
Her stomach turned as if a compass
She prayed east and lay there breathless
They threw her overboard for dead
She swam silently and fled
Into the blue sea
La sol fa mi re do, si
The seventh octave
I don't mean to confuse you
Many of us have been taught to sing, and so we practice scales
Many of us were born singing, and thus were born with scales
Mhyrr-Maids, cooks, and fieldhands sang a nightsong by the forest
And the ocean was the chorus in Atlantis where they sang
Those thrown overboard had overheard
The mystery of the undertow
And understood that down below
There would be no more chains
They surrendered breath and name
And survived countless as rain
I'm the weather man
The clouds say, storm is coming
A white buffalo was born
Already running
And if you listen very close
You'll hear a humming
Beneath the surface of our purpose
Lies rumors of ancient man
Dressed in cloud face minstrels in the sky
The moon's my mammy
The storm holds my eye
Dressed in westerlies
Robed by Robeson
Ol' man river knows my name
And the reason you were born
Is the reason that I came
Then she looks me in the face and her eyes get weak
Pulse rate descends, heart's rate increase
Emcees look me in the face and their eyes get weak
Pulse rates descends, heart's rate increase
Emcees look me in the face and their eyes get weak
Pulse rates descends, heart's rate increase
It's like "beam me up, Scottie", I control your body
I'm as deadly as AIDS when it's time to rock a party
We all rocked fades, fresh faded in ladidadi
And when we rock the mic we rock the mic
And when we rock the mic we rock the mic
And when we rock the mic we rock the mic
But left the feminine side
Ignore the feminine side
Left the feminine side
Ignore the feminine side
Left the feminine side
Ignore the feminine side
Left the feminine side
I presented my feminine side with flowers
She cut the stems and placed them gently down my throat
And these tulips might soon eclipse your brightest hopes
1987 Lyrics performed by Saul Williams are property and copyright of the authors, artists and labels. You should note that 1987 Lyrics performed by Saul Williams is only provided for educational purposes only and if you like the song you should buy the CD