The Ritual - Lyrics - Saul Williams

*** *** Gun trigger ***'s bigger, why ***? Killer, blood spiller ***, steal a mac truck Bad luck ***' with this black buck Bigger Thomas, I promise Leave a corpse in the furnace *** what? I'm complicated down to my strut Like the way I hold my gat flat on its side like a pug And I'm tickling the trigger make it laugh from its gut You would think I'm a comedian the way it erupts *** what? I represent the ashes and dust All that soot up in your chimneys got ya stuck in a rut You can fire Hold your fire, son, I'm smokin you up You can whistle your desires Even Buddah got snuffed *** now I'm standing on the corner of Wow Exclamations pointed at me cuz I'm gettin' these nouns Got these kids inventing adjectives and gaining renown Cuz I am *** I am *** please The air, the earth, the fire and seas Third dimension, fourth dimension, fifth dimension with ease Oh, the chicken never thought I got ya smokin' them trees Ask your front door what my sawed off got you snortin' them keys *** what? But I ain't gonna knock open up when it's time to Meet your maker ain't no changing the plot You're an actor in the series ***, I own the lot And I'm here to serve these royalties like gold in a pot Callin haves and have-not's Hey, ain't no need to stop that Hey, ain't no need God and *** Objects of desire And ill repute Some rather seek up high than dig and grindin in the truth The angel of my eye have been too fly to substitute with any other form than the messiahs Black Mariahs Mother ship, Grandmother moon and sea The wave and form of beauty born of Eden's apple tree And every single Adam stands erect and prays to be The follower she offers sweet communion Holy union Let me see you run it just like that Move your hips from side to side Come forward, push it back Let me know firsthand the land of glory that I lack I surrender all to you if you surrender back Holy God Where'd you learn to squeeze it tight and then move it slow enough for me to question everything? You slowly start to tremble Heaven's walls begin to sing Tsunami ever after Cosmic slop on everything Hey, ain't no need to stop that *** *** Gun trigger ***'s bigger, why ***? (Ain't no need to stop that) Killer, blood spiller ***, steal a mac truck Bad luck ***' with this black buck Bigger Thomas, I promise Leave a corpse in the furnace