Tekstovi: Saul Williams. DNA.

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?m 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 it, 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 worshiping 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 it, 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