Текст песни Saul Williams - Twice the First Time
Saul Williams - Twice the First Time слова песни
(sung)i will not rhyme on tracksniggas on a chain gang used to do that (Huh!) way backi will not rhyme over tracksniggas on a chain gang used to do that (Huh!) way backdon`t drop the beat on medon`t drop the beat noahi am not the son of sha-klak klaki am before thati am before i am before before before death is eternity after death is eternitythere is no death there`s only eternityand i be riding on the wings of eternity likeCLA CLA CLA SHA KLACK KLACKGET ME THE FUCK OFF THIS TRACKas if the heart beat wasn`t enoughthey got us using drum machines nowthe hums of the machinestryin to make our drums humdrumstryin to ???? our magicinsturments be political prisioners up inside computersas if the heart were not enoughas if the heart were not enoughand as heart beats bring percussionsfallen trees bring reprocussionscitys play upon our souls like broken drumsredrum the essence of creation from city slumsbut city slums mute our drums and our drums become humdrumscuz city slums have never been where our drums are fromjust the place where our daughters and sons becomeoffbeat heartbeatsslaves to city streetsand hearts get broken and heartbeats stopbroken heartbeats become breakbeats for niggas to rhyme on top, but..i won`t rhyme on top no tracksniggas on a chain gang used to do that (Huh) way backi won`t rhyme over tracksniggas on a chain gang used to do that (Huh) way backdon`t drop the beat nodon`t drop the beat noooonot untill you`ve listen to Rakim on a rocky mountain tophave you heard hip hopextract the urban element which created itand let a open wide country side illustrate itriding in a freight trainin the freezing rainlistening to Coltranemy reality went insaneand i think i saw Jesushe was playing hopscotch with Betty Carterwho was cursing him outin a scat-like gibberish for not saying `butterfingers`and my fingers run through grains of sandlike seeds of timethe pains of manthe frames of mindwhich built these frameswhich is the structure of my urban superstructurethe trains and planes can corrupt and obstruct your planes of thoughtso you that forget how to walk through the woodswhich ain`t good cuz you ain`t never walked through the treeslistenin` to nobody beats the biz and you ain`t never heard hip hopand you must stop that damn track from going...please don`t drop the beatdon`t drop the beat noooand...i will not rhyme on tracksniggas on a chain gang used to that (huh) way back(repeat)don`t drop the beat noooodon`t drop the beat nodon`t drop the beat nodon`t drop the beat...heartbeatmy heartbeatgoes onand onand on...yeah