Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Elohim, artist - Saul Williams. Date of issue: 31.05.1998
Song language: English
Elohim |
| In 1972 my mother was rushed from a James Brown concert |
| in order to give birth to me my style is black hole |
| most niggas simply sound like earth to me if hip hop were the moon i’d be the first to bleed |
| cyclical sacraments of self for all my peers to read |
| i recite the user night |
| ??? |
| the light for you to read by have you floating on cloud nine without you realizing it’s my mind’s sky |
| and the ground on which you walk is the tounge with which i walk |
| i speak the seas, i root the trees of suburbia and new york |
| city streets can never claim me, that’s why i never sound like you |
| all y’all niggas claim the streets as if paths through the woods aint true |
| you better walk the path, you better do the math |
| cuz your screw face will only make the buddah laugh |
| even if you know the lessons you don’t know the half |
| but don’t take it from me son, take a bath |
| i can recite the grass on the hill and memorize the moon |
| i know the cloud forms of love by heart |
| and have brought tears to the eye of the storm |
| and my memory banks walk ??? |
| forests and amazon river banks |
| and i scream them into sunsets that echo in earthquakes |
| shadows have been my spotlight as i monolouge the night |
| and dialouge with days |
| soliloquys of wind and breeze |
| applauded by sunrays |
| we put language in zoos to observe caged thought |
| and toss peanuts and p-funk at intellect |
| and motherfuckers think these are metaphors |
| i speak what i see |
| all words and worlds are metaphors of ME |
| my life was authored by the moon |
| footprints written in soil |
| the foutain pen of marshen men |
| novelling human toil |
| and yes, the soil speaks highly of me but earth seeds root me poetry |
| and read forests forever through resscitation |
| now |
| maybe i’m too serious |
| too little here to matter |
| though i’m riddled with the reason of the sun |
| i stand up comets with the audience of lungs |
| this body of laughter is it with me or at me? |
| hue more or less |
| human though gender’s mute |
| and the punchline has it’s lifeline at it’s root |
| i’m a star this life of suburbs i commute |
| make daily runs between the sun and earthly loot |
| and raise my children to the height of life and truth |