| …Can you feel it? |
| Nothing can save ya
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| I’m tougher than bullets so, baby, pray to your savior
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| I never been shot, but I bet you I’m braver
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| I’m taking my spot, NIGGA, I ain’t afraid to be me
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| Sometimes I find it very hard to be…"Who?"
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| Me (The inevitable rise and liberation of NiggyTardust!)
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| Yo, the banana peels are carefully placed!
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| So keep your shell toes carefully laced!
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| The illest nigga got peppered and maced!
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| Now amplify this turn up the bass!
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| Picture me, lampin' in the company car
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| Rims like Tibetan prayer wheels
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| Nigga what, I’m a star
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| I cruise the block like a feather back and forth 'til I
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| Land as the song in your ear or the book in your hand
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| Now the whole fuckin world 'bout to know who I am
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| Got your whole system up in my trunk
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| That 'dog eat dog' make my woofers bark: atomic crunk
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| All my trill niggas know who be bringin da funk
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| Lees and shell toes like it’s Black History Month
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| Yo, the banana peels are carefully placed!
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| So keep your shell toes carefully laced!
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| The illest nigga got peppered and maced!
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| Now amplify this turn up the bass!
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| Yo, the banana peels are carefully placed!
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| So keep your shell toes carefully laced!
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| The illest nigga got peppered and maced!
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| Now amplify this turn up the bass!
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| Yo, the banana peels are carefully placed!
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| So keep your shell toes carefully laced!
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| The illest nigga got peppered and maced!
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| Now amplify this turn up the bass!
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| There was one
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| Bore witness to the rays of the sun
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| Synthesized in her own image, photo negative, shun
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| The development of Parliament, the phallic bop gun
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| Thus, the mother-ship connection spawned the birth of the drum
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| Ancient drum begat drum
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| Kingdom go, kingdom come
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| Ancient sector of the scepter risen up to the Sun
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| Hidden hand of man begat patented clone of the drum
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| Boom bap strapped into a wire, tightly coiled, and re-spun
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| Trigger sound, trigger gun, drum machine, machine gun, bodies piled
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| Carefully filed under beats that were once reprogrammed to become:
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| unplugged concert of sun
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| Every ray with sample clearance
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| Every two begat one
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| Boom bop hard as a gun
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| White cross-trainers, unstrung
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| Let these suckas know the cost of making Harriet run
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| Let the North Star be your guiding post when turned from the sun
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| Until knowledge reigns supreme over nearly everyone
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| Yo, the banana peels are carefully placed!
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| So keep your shell toes carefully laced!
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| The illest nigga got peppered and maced!
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| Now amplify this turn up the bass!
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| Yo, the banana peels are carefully placed!
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| So keep your shell toes carefully laced!
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| The illest nigga got peppered and maced!
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| Now amplify this turn up the bass! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Black History Month , by - Saul Williams. Song from the album The Inevitable Rise and Liberation Of Niggy Tardust, in the genre Иностранный рок