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Saul Williams - DNA (Live in Philly)

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Uploaded on Feb 23, 2012

Poet/Author/Actor/Musician SAUL WILLIAMS gets dark and grimy with his band performing DNA in this exclusive clip filmed at World Cafe Live in Philadelphia on 2.22.2012. Camera: Craig and Mike. Edit: Mike D for Reelblack/Captured Soul. DNA appears on the Niggu Tardust CD. Latest CD, Volcanic Sunlight is available now. www.saulwilliams.com




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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 my hydrants parked on every street
I'm federal, nigga, son of sun
Come close and feel the heat
I am the streets
The white lines only separate me from me
You hydroplane in false gods name and still crash into me
Sign and tree, mountainside, guardrail, into the sea
They thought they stole you from my arms then carried you to me
Here's the key
DNA encoded in a beat
White rocks in a vial, nigga, ain't got nuthin' on me
Bitch I'm free
Ask these editors at MTV
Far as they know they're publishing some new school poetry
Let it be
'Cause even that will do to turn the key
Doorways into other worlds
The truth shall set you free
You are me, I am you, but also I am he
Shepherd of a bastard flock that grazes in the streets
Feel the beat, nod your head
Lean back, yo, touch your feet
Let me see you pop that thang right there girl in your seat
Feel the heat
Count this page amongst your whitest sheets
Comfort in my every word
Slide under, countless sheep

Hail Mary, Mother of God
Got the whole host of angels shuffling in my iPod
Niggas learned to raise their voices when I lowered my rod
Staff of Moses, Pharaoh knows this
Son, my word is my bond
Tune my heart with mind
Speak my nature, divine
Callin' shit into existence back in '79
With the future in my pocket tightly gripped like a 9
Keep my finger on the trigger waiting for the right time
Ancient niggas align
Path of Cosmic Design
Blood of kings 'cause Saturn's rings don't need no diamonds to shine
Yes, the reason for the season
Ornamented divine
Coded language of the mystics with my fist in the sky

Keep your head up
We represent The Real, my nigga, dead up
Book of the Dead, history bled
This nigga fed up
Led us to despair, some into prayer, and they won't let up
until they got us worshipping them false gods instead of
The Realness
God of the streets, my niggas feel this
We nod our heads and worship through beats
Go ahead and kneel
It's the love that makes the cipher complete
And it'd displayed through the way the bass line marries the beat

Hail Mary, Mother of God
Got the whole host of angels shuffling in my iPod
Niggas learned to raise their voices when I lowered my rod
Staff of Moses, Pharaoh knows this
Son, my word is my bond
Tune my heart with mind
Speak my nature, divine
Callin' shit into existence back in '79
With the future in my pocket tightly gripped like a 9
Keep my finger on the trigger waiting for the right time
Ancient niggas align
Path of Cosmic Design
Blood of kings 'cause Saturn's rings don't need no diamonds to shine
Yes, the reason for the season
Ornamented divine.
Coded language of the mystics with my fist in the sky

Keep your head up

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