[Release Part 1]
[Intro: Zach de la Rocha]
Release
Release
Release
[Verse: Gift of Gab, (Zach de la Rocha)]
Prevalent melanin, elephant billing and carrying sedatives
That'll give average lettermen callouses
Wreck 'em with savageness
Catalyst battling rappers that stagger
Right after the dagger has left 'em to cherish his caliber (Release)
Abacus, shatter your algebra with calculus (Stamina)
Damage your patterns, I'm pounding you so fabulous (Stamina!)
And enough is enough is enough, and I'm busting up outta this shell
An eruption that ruptures your structure to fuck with ya (Release)
Up in ya gut, you a costumer
Huffing and puffing, discussing absolutely nothing, disgusting me
Plus infinity's up in me
Rushing your country percussion
No wonder you get struck in the boundaries
Wake up if you're lunching; I'm something, you're nothing (Release)
I'm close and erupting, I'm hunting for what emcees want
And I'm stomping my foot through your armies
They couldn't have stopped me with shotties
Oddity, why did he, why do these entire societies inside of societies
And survivors still remain alive? (Release!)
Emcee, thriving to flow, I'm finna go
Five hundred and fifty-five syllables ago
Split 'em with the subliminal intentional digital pro
Unlimited flows, unriveted, inhibited, visited
Now you can't get rid of it like, (Release) "what is this?"
This magnificent, intimate inner wit, in a minute, finna be
In her knicks, all with a gape big, bed heads like eggs Benedict
Piss, bled, shit,, rip with words, an abysmal energy
It's time I – (Destroy the beast! Release!)
[Release Part 2]
[Verse: Saul Williams]
Inner breathlessness, outer restlessness
By the time I caught up to freedom I was out of breath
Grandma asked me what I'm running for
I guess I'm out for the same thing the Sun is sunning for
What mothers birth their youngins for
And some say Jesus coming for
For all I know, the Earth is spinning slow
Sun's at half mast, 'cause masses ain't aglow
On bended knee, prostrate before an altered tree
I've made the forest suit me
Tables and chairs
Papers and prayers
Matter versus spirit
A metal ladder
A wooden cross
A plastic bottle of water
A mandala encased in glass
A spirit encased in flesh
Sound from shaped hollows
The thickest of mucus released from heightened passion
A man that cries in his sleep
A truth that has gone out of fashion
A mode of expression
A paint splattered wall
A carton of cigarettes
A bouquet of corpses
A dying forest
A nurtured garden
A privatized prison
A candle with a broken wick
A puddle that reflects the sun
A piece of paper with my name on it
I'm surrounded
I surrender
All
All that I am I have been
All I have been has been a long time coming
I am becoming all that I am
The spittle that surrounds the mouth-piece of the flute
Unheard, yet felt
A gathered wetness
A quiet moisture
Sound trapped in a bubble
Released into wind
Wind fellows and land merchants
We are history's detergent
Water soluble, light particles, articles of cleansing breath
Articles amending death
These words are not tools of communication
They are shards of metal
Dropped from eight story windows
They are waterfalls and gas leaks
Aged thoughts rolled in tobacco leaf
The tools of a trade
Barter's bard, barb of barters
Catch phrases and misunderstandings
But they are not what I feel when I am alone
Surrounded by everything and nothing
And there isn't a word or phrase to be caught
A verse to be recited
A mantra to fill my being in those moments
I am a blankness, the contained center of an "O"
The pyramidic containment of an "A"
I stand in the middle of all that I have learned
All that I have memorized
All that I've known by heart
Unable to reach any of it
There is no sadness
There is no bliss
It is a forgotten memory
A memorable escape route that only is found by not looking
There, in the spine of the dictionary, the words are worthless
They are a mere weight pressing against my thoughtlessness
But then, who else can speak of thoughtlessness with such confidence?
Who else has learned to sling these ancient ideas
Like dead rats held by their tails
So as not to infect this newly oiled skin?
I can think of nothing heavier than an airplane
I can think of no greater conglomerate of steel and metal
I can think of nothing less likely to fly
There are no wings more weighted
I too have felt a heaviness
The stare of a man guessing at my being
Yes, I am homeless
A homeless man making offerings to the after-future
Sculpting rubber tree forests out of worn tires and shoe soles
A nation unified in exhale
A cloud of smoke
A native pipe ceremony
All the gathered cigarette butts, piled in heaps
Snow-covered mountains
Lipsticks smeared and shriveled
Offerings to an afterworld
Tattoo guns and plastic wrappers
Broken zippers and dead-eyed dolls
It's all overwhelming me, oak and elm-ing me
I have seeded a forest of myself; little books from tall trees
It matters not what this paper be made of
Give me notebooks made of human flesh
Dried on steel hooks and nooses
Make uses of use, uses of us
It's all overwhelming me, oak and elm-ing me
I have seeded a forest of myself; little books from tall trees
On bended knee
Prostrate before an altered tree
I've made the forest suit me
Tables and chairs
Papers and prayers
Matter vs. spirit
Through meditation,
I program my heart to beat breakbeats and hum basslines on exhalation
[Release Part 3]
[Intro: Sela Kerr]
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[Verse: Lyrics Born]
The Heaven-sent benevolent medicine man reverend
Peddling deliverance that resemble amphetamines to
The residents in the meadow of pestilence
Who developed a chemical dependence on pessimism, now
Is he is, or is he ain't
The most distinctive speaker seeping through your sleepy speakers?
Yes he is, oh, yes indeed
So distinguished, so clean, some people think he's out clear
Ain't no secret, people, trust me
It's mostly hustling that moves me upstream
I just focus on the unseen, not boasting and fussing
They both so unproductive
Suppose it ain't in my bloodstream; let me pose this question:
Ask anybody that's anybody, they'll tell you that
The antibody to the petty potty-mouth gossiping
Is success at something, to be the best at something
And not to stress the dumb shit, 'cause you ain't missing nothing
You got to
[Hook: Gift of Gab & Lyrics Born]
Motivate, accelerate, never wait
Know your weight, throw away hate
Grow and make great of your older days
Elevate, concentrate
Get your focus straight, aim, orchestrate fate
Just motivate, accelerate, never wait
Show the way, no escape
Take hold and shift shape, live and mold day
Elevate, concentrate
Get your focus straight, aim, orchestrate fate
[Verse: Gift of Gab]
Astrologists, colleges follow this through they metropolis
The dominant brown bomber, omnipotent being, prominent
Walking it mean, talking it clean; the scene, stalking it
Volcanic, got ya'll panicking, false standing in arm weight all day
Outlandish bandits be slandering what we mastering
'Cause they can't catch us, they all pray
For our downfall, maybe one day (Sike!)
You never get no balance if you're crooked, so play right, snake
I'm mongoosin' on you, stormtroopin' through your farm
N---as not the bomb – none!
Oncoming onslaught, on one
Chopping ya'll – tomahawk drama hawk
Long running champ and rocking shit 'til I'm gone
You're a Tom Thumb and I'm King Kong Bundy strong
Thunder all summer long, keep on coming; dawn
Dusk, night, morning – I'll bust tight poems
Raw, just mic zoning ya'll with the right mode of motivation
[Hook: Gift of Gab & Lyrics Born]
Motivate, accelerate, never wait
Know your weight, throw away hate
Grow and make great of your older days
Elevate, concentrate
Get your focus straight, aim, orchestrate fate
Just motivate, accelerate, never wait
Show the way, no escape
Take hold and shift shape, live and mold day
Elevate, concentrate
Get your focus straight, aim, orchestrate fate