| Son, we got you programmed like a beat
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| When I press snare, yo, guard your grill, press kick, you move your feet
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| You can’t compete
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| I got my hydrants parked on every street
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| I’m federal nigga, son of sun, come close and feel the heat
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| I am the streets
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| The white lines only separate me from me
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| You hydroplane in false god’s name and still crash into me
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| Sign and tree
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| Mountainside; |
| guard rail; |
| into the sea
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| They thought they stole you from my arms then carried you to me
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| Here’s the key:
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| DNA encoded in a beat
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| White rocks in a vial, nigga, ain’t got nothin' on me
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| Bitch I’m free
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| Ask these editors at MTV
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| Far as they know, they’re publishing some new school poetry
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| Let it be
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| Cause even that will do to turn the key
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| Doorways into other worlds, the truth shall set you free
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| You are me
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| I am you, but also I am he
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| Shepherd of a bastard flock that grazes in the streets
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| Feel the beat
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| Nod your head, lean back, yo, touch your feet
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| Let me see you pop that thing right there girl in your seat
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| Feel the heat
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| Count this page amongst your whitest sheets
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| Comfort in my every word, slide under, countless sheep
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| Hail Mary, Mother of God
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| Got the whole host of angels shuffling in my iPod
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| Niggas learned to raise their voices when I lowered my rod
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| Staff of Moses, pharaoh knows it, son, my word is my bond
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| Tune my heart with mind
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| Speak my nature, divine
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| Called this shit into existence back in '79
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| With the future in my pocket tightly gripped like a nine
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| Keep my finger on the trigger waitin' for the right time
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| Ancient niggas align
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| Path of cosmic design
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| Blood of kings cause Saturn’s rings, don’t need no diamonds to shine
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| Yes, the reason for the season, ornamented, divine
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| Coded language of the mystics with my fist in the sky
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| Keep your head up
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| We represent the real, my nigga, dead up
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| Book of the Dead, history bled, this nigga fed up
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| Led us to despair, some into prayer, and they won’t let up
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| Until they got us worshiping them false gods instead of
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| The realness
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| God of the streets my niggas feel this
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| We nod our heads and worship through beats
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| Go ahead and kneel
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| It’s the love that makes the cipher complete
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| And it’s displayed through the way the bass line marries the beat
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| Hail Mary, Mother of God
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| Got the whole host of angels shuffling in my iPod
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| Niggas learned to raise their voices when I lowered my rod
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| Staff of Moses, pharaoh knows it, son, my word is my bond
|
| Tune my heart with mind
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| Speak my nature, divine
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| Called this shit into existence back in sev-sev-sev-sev-sev
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| With the future in my pocket tightly gripped like a nine
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| Keep my finger on the trigger waiting for the right time
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| Ancient niggas align
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| Path of cosmic design
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| Blood of kings cause Saturn’s rings, don’t need no diamonds to shine
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| Yes, the reason for the season, ornamented, divine
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| Coded language of the mystics with my fist in the sky
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| Keep your head up |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song DNA, artist - Saul Williams. Album song The Inevitable Rise and Liberation Of Niggy Tardust, in the genre Иностранный рок