Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Twice The First Time, artist - Saul Williams. Date of issue: 17.09.2000
Song language: English
Twice The First Time |
| don’t drop the beat on me don’t drop the beat no ah |
| i am not the son of sha-klak klak |
| i am before that |
| i am before |
| i am before before before death is eternity after death is eternity |
| there is no death there’s only eternity |
| and i be riding on the wings of eternity like |
| CLA CLA CLA SHA KLACK KLACK |
| GET ME THE FUCK OFF THIS TRACK |
| as if the heart beat wasn’t enough |
| they got us using drum machines now |
| the hums of the machines |
| tryin to make our drums humdrums |
| tryin to ??? |
| our magic |
| insturments be political prisioners up inside computers |
| as if the heart were not enough |
| as if the heart were not enough |
| and as heart beats bring percussions |
| fallen trees bring reprocussions |
| citys play upon our souls like broken drums |
| redrum the essence of creation from city slums |
| but city slums mute our drums and our drums become humdrums |
| cuz city slums have never been where our drums are from |
| just the place where our daughters and sons become |
| offbeat heartbeats |
| slaves to city streets |
| and hearts get broken and heartbeats stop |
| broken heartbeats become breakbeats for niggas to rhyme on top, but. |
| i won’t rhyme on top no tracks |
| niggas on a chain gang used to do that (Huh) way back |
| i won’t rhyme over tracks |
| niggas on a chain gang used to do that (Huh) way back |
| don’t drop the beat no don’t drop the beat noooo |
| not untill you’ve listen to Rakim on a rocky mountain top |
| have you heard hip hop |
| extract the urban element which created it and let a open wide country side illustrate it riding in a freight train |
| in the freezing rain |
| listening to Coltrane |
| my reality went insane |
| and i think i saw Jesus |
| he was playing hopscotch with Betty Carter |
| who was cursing him out |
| in a scat-like gibberish for not saying 'butterfingers' |
| and my fingers run through grains of sand |
| like seeds of time |
| the pains of man |
| the frames of mind |
| which built these frames |
| which is the structure of my urban superstructure |
| the trains and planes can corrupt and obstruct your planes of thought |
| so you that forget how to walk through the woods |
| which ain’t good cuz you ain’t never walked through the trees |
| listenin’to nobody beats the biz and you ain’t never heard hip hop |
| and you must stop that damn track from going… |
| please don’t drop the beat |
| don’t drop the beat nooo |
| and… |
| i will not rhyme on tracks |
| niggas on a chain gang used to that (huh) way back |
| don’t drop the beat noooo |
| don’t drop the beat no don’t drop the beat no don’t drop the beat |
| …heartbeat |
| my heartbeat |
| goes on and on and on… |
| yeah |