Lyrical Gunplay - Thavius Beck, Saul Williams

Begin

Demystify the mummy within

If you ain’t hotep then ho step, I’ll step to your friend

Parable of the wind

Blew black through to the end

Endless night, kicks and fights against time and her friends

Slowly day and night blend

Twilight takes form and then

Open sky sprouts an eye: solo, singular, sin

Downward glance, upward grin

Half the women are men

Children born of the morn grow until daylight’s end

Children born of the wind

Take the night as their friend

Starlit sky, many-eyed wonder of the within

Fear: original sin

Death: nowhere near the end

Once upon break o’dawn’s early Lyte: Paper Thin

Now where my hoes and my pimps at?

I dosie-do heel-toe 'fore I lean back

And all my children who run 'way

And beware of the lyrical gunplay

The corner coroner

I smoke for weeks

Dead Pan, like dead man, through chimney peaks

I streak the skyline

I blew through bird

High notes.

I space float.

I’m lost for words

The storefront preacher

The Sunday best

The dangling cross between legs, on chest

The country farmer

The hoedown champ

The rhythmic armor.

The cosmic dance

The buck and gully

The native son

Bigger and Deffer.

The freshest one

The sewed-in creases

The flavored twills

The confidence snorted through dollar bills

The «Fuck I care for?»

The boldface lie

The been there and done that.

The do or die

The dirty dirty

The filthy clean

Thugged out and nerdy.

No in between

Now where my hoes and my pimps at?

I dosie-do heel-toe 'fore I lean back

And all my children who run 'way

And beware of the lyrical gunplay

The blackest berry

The sweetest juice

That complex NGH born of simple truth

The solar/polar

The chosen side

The black face mammy of the bluest eye

The battered woman

The dream deferred

Now caught up and paid in full, that’s my word

The jungle brother

The sly and stone

Rock hard, NGH.

Give a dog a bone

The marrow’s marrow

The newest breed

The headline merger between word and deed

The search for balance

A quest for peace

A tribe called NGH.

NGH WHT, the chief

The distant lover

The close-up clown

The iced-out grill with the screw-face frown

A wealth of violence

A violent wealth

You caught up, NGH, better watch your health

Now where my hoes and my pimps at?

I dosie-do heel-toe 'fore I lean back

And all my children who run 'way

And beware of the lyrical gunplay

The beat is dope though

The junkie nod

The use of breakbeats to beat the odds

The odds are even

I paper rocks

Rocks smash scissors.

NGHs trigger Glocks

The blackend target

The dick-long chain

NGHs kill NGHs in Jesus' name