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("ohm" is chanted in long drawn out syllables throughout the song) |
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[Saul Williams] |
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Through meditation I program my heart |
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To beat breakbeats and hum basslines on exhalation |
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[Saul beatboxes] "ohm" |
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I burn seven day candles that melt |
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Into twelve inch circles on my mantle |
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And spin funk like myrrh |
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[Saul beatboxes] "ohm" |
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And I can fade worlds in and out with my mixing patterns |
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Letting the Earth spin as I blend in Saturn |
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Niggaz be like spinning windmills, braiding hair |
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Locking, popping, as the sonic force |
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Of the soul keeps the planets rocking |
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The beat don't stop when, soulless matter blows |
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Into the cosmos, trying to be stars |
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The beat don't stop when, Earth sends out satellites |
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To spy on Saturnites and control Mars |
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Cause niggaz got a peace treaty with Martians |
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And we be keepin em up to date with sacred gibberish |
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Like "sho' nuff" and "it's on" |
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The beat goes on, the beat goes on, the beat goes "ohm" |
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And I roam through the streets of downtown Venus |
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Trying to auction off monuments of Osiris' severed penis |
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But they don't want no penis in Venus |
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For androgynous cosmology sets their spirits free |
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And they neither men nor women be |
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But they be down with a billion niggaz who have yet to see |
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That interplanetary truth is androgynous |
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And they be sending us shoutouts through shooting stars |
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And niggaz be like, "Whattup?" and talking Mars |
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Cause we are so-lar and regardless of how far we roam from home |
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The universe remains our center, like "ohm" |
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I am no Earthling, I drink moonshine on Mars |
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And mistake meteors for stars cause I can't hold my liquor |
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But I can hold my breath and ascend like wind to the black hole |
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And play galaxaphones on the fire escapes of your soul |
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Blowing tunes through lunar wombs, impregnating stars |
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Giving birth to suns, that darken the skins that skin our drums |
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And we be beating infinity over sacred hums |
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Spinning funk like myrrh until Jesus comes |
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And Jesus comes everytime we drum |
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And the moon drips blood and eclipses the sun |
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And out of darkness comes a [Saul beatboxes] |
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And out of darkness comes a [Saul beatboxes] |
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And out of darkness comes the... |
