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    "1987" Lyrics

    Saul Williams

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    Acid-wash Guess with the leather patches
    Sportin' the white Diadoras with the hoodie that matches
    I'm wearing two Swatches and a small Gucci pouch
    I could have worn the Lugi but I left it in the house
    Now, my niggas Duce and Wayne got gold plates with their names
    With the skyline on it with the box link chain
    I'm wearing my frames
    They match my gear with their tint
    And you know Lagerfields is the scent

    Now, my nigga Rafael just got his jeep out the shop
    Mint green sidekick, custom-made rag top
    "Strictly Business" is the album that we play
    "You're A Customer"; the pick of the day
    Now there's a nigga on the block, never seen him before
    Selling incence and oil, my man thinks that he's the law
    But why on earth would this be on their agenda?
    As he slowly approaches the window..

    "Uh, uh, I've seen you before, I've been you and more
    I was the one bearing the pitcher of water
    I rent the large upper room
    Furnished with tidings of your doom
    Or pleasure, whichever feathers___? decree."
    Yo Ralph is he talking to me?
    "No I'm talking to the sea son's resurrected
    I'm the solstice of the day
    I bring news from the blues of the Caspian"

    My man laughs, he's one them crazy motherfuckers
    Turn the music back up - 'cause I'm the E-Double'
    "Wait, but but but but I know the volume of the sea
    And sound waves as I will
    Will you allow me to be at your service?"
    My man Ralph is nervous. He believes
    That this strange tounge deceives
    And maybe he's been informed that
    He's pushing gats hidden in the back, beneath the floor mats
    Come on Jack, we don't have time
    For your bullshit or playin
    A'salaam a something' or another
    "Wait isn't Juanita your mother?
    I told you I know you, now grant me a moment"

    At the gates of Atlantis we stand
    Ours is the blood that flowed from the palms of his hands
    On the plow till earth

    Till I'm now
    Moon cycles revisited, womb fruit of the sun
    Full moon of occasions wave the wolves where they run
    And they run towards the light casting love on the winds
    As is the science of the aroma of sleeping women
    Lost in his eyes they soon reflect my friend's are grinning
    But I'm a pupil of his sight
    The wheels are spinning
    Yo I'll see ya'll later on tonight

    In the beginning her tears where the long awaited rains
    Of a parched Somali village
    Red dusted children danced shadows
    In the newfound mound of mascara that eclipsed her face
    Reflected in the smogged glass of carlos east street bodega
    Learning to love, she had forgotten to cry
    Seldom hearing the distant thunder in her lovers ambivalent sighs
    He was not honest
    She was not sure
    A great grandmother
    Had sacrificed the family's clarity for God in the late 1800's
    Nonetheless she had allowed him to mispronounce her name
    Which had eventually led to her misinterpreating her own dreams
    And later doubting them
    The night was young
    She the firstborn daughter of water faced darkness and smiled
    Took mystery as her lover
    And raised light as her child

    Man that shit was wild you should have seen how they ran
    She woke up in an alley with a gun in her hand
    Tupac in lotus form
    Ennis'___? blood on his hands
    She woke up on a vessel
    The land behind her
    The sun within her
    Water beneath her
    Mushed corn for dinner
    Or was it breakfast
    Her stomach turned as if a compass
    She prayed towards east and lay there breathless
    They threw her overboard for dead
    She swam silently and fled
    Into the blue sea
    La soh fa mi, re do, si
    The seventh octave
    I don't mean to confuse you
    Many of us have been taught to sing
    And so we practice scales
    Many of us were born singing
    And thus were born with scales
    Mermaids, cooks, and fieldhands
    Sang a nightsong by the forest
    And the ocean was the chorus
    In Atlantis where they sang
    Those thrown overboard had overheard
    The mystery of the undertow
    And understood that down below
    There would be no more chains
    They surrendered breath and name
    And survived countless as rain
    I'm the weather man
    The clouds say storm is coming
    A white buffalo was born
    Already running
    And if you listen very close
    You'll hear a humming
    Beneath the surface of our purpose lies
    Rumors of ancient man
    Dressed in cloud face minstrels in the sky
    The moon's my mammy
    The storm holds my eye
    Dressed in westerlies ___?
    Robed by robes ol' man river knows my name
    And the reason you were born
    Is the reason
    That I came

    Then she looks me in the face
    And her eyes get weak
    Pulse rate descends, hearts rate increase
    Emcees look me in the face and their eyes get weak
    Pulse rates descends hearts rate increase
    It's like "beam me up, Scottie", I control your body
    I'm as deadly as AIDS when it's time to rock a party
    We all rocked fades, fresh faded in ladidadi - and when we rock the mic
    Ignore the feminine side - we rock the mic

    I presented my feminine side with flowers
    She cut the stems and placed them gently down my throat
    And these two lips might soon eclipse your brightest hopes
    This song was submitted on May 5th, 2005 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Saul Williams, Weldon Irvin.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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