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• Artiste: Saul Williams
• Titre: Black History Month
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[Saul Williams:] ... Can you feel it? Nothing can save you I'm tougher than bullets so, baby, pray to your savior I never been shot, but I bet you I'm braver I'm taking my spot, NIGGA, I ain't afraid to be me Sometimes I find it very hard to be... "Who? " Me (The inevitable rise and liberation of NiggyTardust!) Yo, the banana peels are carefully placed! So keep your shell toes carefully laced! The illest nigga got peppered and maced! Now amplify this turn up the bass! [Saul Williams:] Picture me, lampin' in the company car Rims like Tibetan prayer wheels Nigga what, I'm a star I cruise the block like a feather back and forth 'til I Land as the song in your ear or the book in your hand. Now the whole fuckin world 'bout to know who I am Got your whole system up in my trunk That 'dog eat dog' make my woofers bark: atomic crunk All my trill niggas know who be bringin da funk Lees and shell toes like it's Black History Month Yo, the banana peels are carefully placed! So keep your shell toes carefully laced! The illest nigga got peppered and maced! Now amplify this turn up the bass! Yo, the banana peels are carefully placed! So keep your shell toes carefully laced! The illest nigga got peppered and maced! Now amplify this turn up the bass! Yo, the banana peels are carefully placed! So keep your shell toes carefully laced! The illest nigga got peppered and maced! Now amplify this turn up the bass! [Saul Williams:] There was one Bore witness to the rays of the sun Synthesized in her own image, photo negative, shun The development of Parliament, the phallic bop gun Thus, the mother-ship connection spawned the birth of the drum Ancient drum begat drum Kingdom go, kingdom come Ancient sector of the scepter risen up to the Sun Hidden hand of man begat patented clone of the drum Boom bap strapped into a wire, tightly coiled, and re-spun Trigger sound, trigger gun, drum machine, machine gun, bodies piled Carefully filed under beats that were once reprogrammed to become: unplugged concert of sun. Every ray with sample clearance Every two begat one Boom bop hard as a gun. White cross-trainers, unstrung Let these suckas know the cost of making Harriet run Let the North Star be your guiding post when turned from the sun Until knowledge reigns supreme over nearly everyone Yo, the banana peels are carefully placed! So keep your shell toes carefully laced! The illest nigga got peppered and maced! Now amplify this turn up the bass! Yo, the banana peels are carefully placed! So keep your shell toes carefully laced! The illest nigga got peppered and maced! Now amplify this turn up the bass!