Untitled From Slam Lyrics - Saul Williams

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yo son
as in solar
simply because we are
we be the rising stars and suns that never set

word up jack
wanna make a bet, black?
i've got the formula
throw me in the sky and i'll warm ya

get ya sun block
throw me in a cell block

indeed i've got the science you need
Lessons more ancient than Greece
Apollo, never my creed, my creed
Oh Bacchulus, Oh Bacchulus
So bring the proof if you wanna

Sattelites in the sky
I'm selling clouds in the corner

But we're living for the land
From the Soil to the Sand
And the Water and the Seas
be the essence of me

If you ain't ready for the Fruit
Then put it back on the tree

Oh God, give me the strength to bend back these bars
I've got the locks of Samson
I'm Sam's son
He's my father

Tried praying to Father, Son, but
Holy Ghost I left my mother xxxxxxx sanity
Never been here
Never planned to be
But my own plans had plans for me

Now that man's hands got plans for me
Now that man's hands got plans for me
Now that man had plans
so I jetted and ran
The mic cord pulled me back
I should've dropped it from my hand
and left it at the scene of the rhyme
Now we're all serving time

Even my prose in on probation
Refugees in every nation

keep it going now...

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