Ladies and gentlemen, it is with the greatest pleasure That I present NiggyTardust NiggyTardust, grippo king, philosopher, and artist Downright to the
Beginning with the aftermath Sayers of sooth who stand aloof To hide their inner laugh Depending on the circumstance I show my tools to where niggers
Scared money don't make none Scared money don't make none Scared money don't make none Scared money don't make none Callin' haves and have nots, every
I dare add my revision For I dare not suffer twice And I dare not reinvent the past And I dare not be the Christ And I welcome any sufferer And I welcome any Saul
I drive a yellow Volvo, '86 submarine Someone's behind me in an Escalade Trying to blind me with their high beams I make a left, I'm the road to nowhere
So you don't like the way we're running things And you don't like the way the chisel glang You want to blame it on the government On why you got to money
The fiery sun of my passions Evaporates the love lakes of my soul Clouds my thoughts and rains you into existence As I take flight on bolts of lighting
I'm fighting every war at once and I'm winning You can't think of me as you did in the beginning By the time you hear this song you've gone wrong Caught
Bitch nigga, gun trigger, dick's bigger, why fuck? Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mac truck Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck Bigger Thomas
The new wine is dying on the vine How much must you age before you're ageless? Align yourself with the divine Allow your inner sage to burn your rage
Freedom, ignorance, jealousy, belligerence Anger, self-control, tolerance, to and fro Wisdom, ecstasy, addiction, dependency Discipline, counteract,
Whereas break beats have been the missing link Connecting the Diasporic community to its drum woven past Whereas the quantized drum has allowed the whirling
Feel the music son, we got you programmed like a beat When I press snare, yo, guard your grill Press kick, you move your feet, you can?t compete I got
We are broken instruments Burst wide open, smashed and bent Not what you'd expect From these city streets Who serves to protect The orchestra in me?
This is a call out to all the youth In the ghettos, suburbs, villages, townships To all the kids who download This song for free by any means To all
son? [Chorus: Saul Williams] The trigger is you! The nigger is you! The trigger is you! The nigger is you! So what you gonna do? [Saul Williams:] You
And when my fears arise, I blow 'em out, blow 'em out, get it out [Verse 1:] Death creeps through the streets over programmed beats A rabid dog in heat
The legion is on fire! The legion is on fire! The legion is on fire! [Saul Williams:] I was born in a convict colony And I was torn from the land that