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Artist: Saul Williams
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Song Title:	1987
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Acid-wash Guess with the leather patches

Sportin' the white Diadoras with the hoodie that matches

I'm wearing two Swatches and a small Gucci pouch

I could have worn the Lugi but I left it in the house

Now, my niggas Duce and Wayne got gold plates with their names

With the skyline on it with the box link chain

I'm wearing my frames

They match my gear with their tint

And you know Lagerfields is the scent

Now, my nigga Rafael just got his jeep out the shop

Mint green sidekick, custom-made rag top

"Strictly Business" is the album that we play

"You're A Customer"; the pick of the day

Now there's a nigga on the block, never seen him before

Selling incence and oil, my man thinks that he's the law

But why on earth would this be on their agenda?

As he slowly approaches the window..

"Uh, uh, I've seen you before, I've been you and more

I was the one bearing the pitcher of water

I rent the large upper room

Furnished with tidings of your doom

Or pleasure, whichever feathers[?] decree."

Yo Ralph is he talking to me?

"No I'm talking to the sea son's resurrected

I'm the solstice of the day

I bring news from the blues of the Caspian"

My man laughs, he's one them crazy motherfuckers

Turn the music back up - 'cause I'm the E-Double'

"Wait, but but but but I know the volume of the sea

And sound waves as I will

Will you allow me to be at your service?"

My man Ralph is nervous. He believes

That this strange tounge deceives

And maybe he's been informed that

He's pushing gats hidden in the back, beneath the floor mats

Come on Jack, we don't have time

For your bullshit or playin

A'salaam a something' or another

"Wait isn't Juanita your mother?

I told you I know you, now grant me a moment"

At the gates of Atlantis we stand

Ours is the blood that flowed from the palms of his hands

on the plow till earth

till I'm now

Moon cycles revisited, womb fruit of the sun

Full moon of occasions wave the wolves where they run

And they run towards the light casting love on the winds

As is the science of the aroma of sleeping women

Lost in his eyes they soon reflect my friend's are grinning

But I'm a pupil of his sight

The wheels are spinning

Yo I'll see ya'll later on tonight

In the beginning her tears where the long awaited rains

Of a parched Somali village

Red dusted children danced shadows

In the newfound mound of mascara that eclipsed her face

Reflected in the smogged glass of carlos east street bodega

Learning to love, she had forgotten to cry

Seldom hearing the distant thunder in her lovers ambivalent sighs

He was not honest

She was not sure

A great grandmother

Had sacrificed the family's clarity for God in the late 1800's

Nonetheless she had allowed him to mispronounce her name

Which had eventually led to her misinterpreating her own dreams

And later doubting them

But

The night was young

She the firstborn daughter of water faced darkness and smiled

Took mystery as her lover

And raised light as her child

Man that shit was wild you should have seen how they ran

She woke up in an alley with a gun in her hand

Tupac in lotus form

Ennis'[?] blood on his hands

She woke up on a vessel

The land behind her

The sun within her

Water beneath her

Mushed corn for dinner

Or was it breakfast

Her stomach turned as if a compass

She prayed towards east and lay there breathless

They threw her overboard for dead

She swam silently and fled

Into the blue sea

La soh fa mi, re do, si

The seventh octave

I don't mean to confuse you

Many of us have been taught to sing

And so we practice scales

Many of us were born singing

And thus were born with scales

Mermaids, cooks, and fieldhands

Sang a nightsong by the forest

And the ocean was the chorus

In Atlantis where they sang

Those thrown overboard had overheard

The mystery of the undertow

And understood that down below

There would be no more chains

They surrendered breath and name

And survived countless as rain

I'm the weather man

The clouds say storm is coming

A white buffalo was born

Already running

And if you listen very close

You'll hear a humming

Beneath the surface of our purpose lies

Rumors of ancient man

Dressed in cloud face minstrels in the sky

The moon's my mammy

The storm holds my eye

Dressed in westerlies [?]

Robed by robes ol' man river knows my name

And the reason you were born

Is the reason

That I came

Then she looks me in the face

And her eyes get weak

Pulse rate descends, hearts rate increase

Emcees look me in the face and their eyes get weak

Pulse rates descends hearts rate increase

It's like "beam me up, Scottie", I control your body

I'm as deadly as AIDS when it's time to rock a party

We all rocked fades, fresh faded in ladidadi - and when we rock the mic

Ignore the feminine side - we rock the mic

I presented my feminine side with flowers

She cut the stems and placed them gently down my throat

And these two lips might soon eclipse your brightest hopes

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