"Release Part 1,2 & 3" (feat. Lyrics Born, Saul Williams)
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[Gift of Gab] Prevalent melanin elephant bailing 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 it There is no sadness There is no bliss