La La La

Lyrics
(Verse 1) Nigga, you betta drink half a gallon of Shaolin Before you pluck the strings of my violin My life is orchestrated like London Symphony, concentrated Niggas waited and waited, I'm birthday wishes, belated Blow out the candles, I wait in the darkness, like a vandal The silhouette of set in this mirror on the mantle Fireplace is in the heart, water places the art 'Round the island of desiring where most primitives stalk Sacrificing their daughters, these primordial waters Carry a feminine agenda that no man ever taught us True, they captured and caught us - transported, sold us, and bought us Constituted and lawed us, distorted truths that they taught us We rebelled, then they fought us - we conformed, then they formed us Now y'all niggas rhyming 'bout material possessions My Adidas are 3 years old, like my daughter Niggas rhyme 'bout Alizé and need to rhyme about water But out of chaos comes order, out of chaos comes order Out of chaos comes order, out of chaos comes order Out of chaos comes order, out of chaos comes order Out of chaos comes order, fake niggas run for the border (Chorus) La la la la La la la la La la la la La la la la (Verse 2) In a past life, I was a woodcarver's knife The sharpened blade of a woodcutter The eldest son of the chief's brother A maker of drums We scraped the inside of goat hides To seek the hollows where sound resides Offering the parts we did not use To invoke the muse Music of the ghettos, the cosmos The negroes, the necros Overcomers of death, disciples of breath Dissection of drumbeats like Osiris by Seth Breakbeats into fourteen pieces Dissemble chaos, organized noise A patchwork of heartbeats to resurrect True b-boys - be men! Let's mend the broken heart of Isis Age of Aquarius, Mother Nature is furious While you rhyme about being hardcore Be heartcore - what is it that we do art for? Metaphor, medicine It's an age of healing, why not rhyme about what you're feeling? Or not be felt, deal with the cards you're dealt Calling all tarot readers and sparrow feeders To cancel the Apocalypse! Metaphorically speaking Metaphorically speaking
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Credits
- Writers
- Saul Williams