Grippo by Saul Williams I gave hip hop to white boys when nobody was looking They found it locked in a basement when they gentrified Brooklyn Left a list of instructions, an MPC and a mic My sci-fi library and utensils to write Right or wrong, I think hip hop is where it belong Where it comes from one is but son we wrote them songs It was a ploy got fools tied up in mechanized toys We are beings [incomprehensible] of boys Now you can break all you wanna, scratch all you wanna Graff all you wanna, laugh all you wanna But I wanna show you what the stars are made of I wanna show you the stars So substitute the anger and oppression With guilt and depression and its yours, its yours Substitute the anger and oppression With guilt and depression and its yours, its yours White boys listen to white boys Black boys listen to black boys No one listens to no one No one listens to no one Alone on a mountain top, uprooted from the earth Drifting beyond normalcy a gold piece in Gods purse Is worthless here, were earthless here God versus fear, man versus fear Fear not, I purse my lips and kiss like a glock Violence is a metaphor for victorys plot Change is inevitable but our death is not Now you can break all you wanna, scratch all you wanna Graff all you wanna, laugh all you wanna But I wanna show you what the stars are made of I wanna show you the stars So substitute the anger and oppression With guilt and depression and its yours, its yours Substitute the anger and oppression With guilt and depression and its yours [Incomprehensible] Hey, hey everybody Hey, hey I wanna show you what the stars are made of I wanna show you what the stars are made of I wanna show you what the stars are made of I wanna show you the stars
Posted on: Thu, 13 Mar 2014 14:36:48 +0000
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