Saul Williams
DNA
[Saul Williams]
Feel the music
Son, we got you programmed like a beat
When I press snare, yo, guard your grill
Press kick, you move your feet
You can't compete
I got my hydrants parked on every street
I'm federal n***a, son of sun, come close and feel the heat
I am the streets
The white lines only separate me from me
You hydroplane in false god's name and still crash into me
Sign and tree; mountainside; guard rail; into the sea
They thought they stole you from my arms then carried you to me
Here's the key: DNA encoded in a beat
White rocks in a vial, n***a, ain't got nothin' on me
Bitch I'm free, ask these editors at MTV
Far as they know, they're publishing some new school poetry
Let it be
Cause even that will do to turn the key
Doorways into other worlds, the truth shall set you free
You are me, I am you, but also I'm he
Shepherd of a bastard flock that grazes in the streets
Feel the beat, nod your head, lean back, yo, touch your feet
Let me see you pop that thing right there girl in your seat
Feel the heat, count this page amongst your whitest sheets
Comfort in my every word, slide under, countless sheep