Lalala Lyrics - Saul Williams

Nigga, you betta drink half a gallon of Shaolin 

Before you pluck the strings of my violin 

My life is orchestrated, like London symphony 

Concentrated, niggas waited and waited 

I'm birthday whistles, belated 

Blow out the candles, I wait in the darkness like a vandal 

The silhouette of set in the mirror on the mantle 

Fire place is in the heart, water places the art 

'Round the island of desiring where most primitives stalk 

Sacrificing their daughters, these primordial waters 

Carry a feminine agenda that no man ever taught us 

True they captured and caught us, transported, sold us and bought us 

Constituted and lawed us, distorted truths that they taught us 

We rebelled, then fought us, we conformed, then they formed us 

Now y'all niggas rhyming 'bout material possessions 

My Adidas are three years old like my daughter, niggas 

Rhyme 'bout Alize and need to rhyme about water 

But out of chaos comes order 

Out of chaos comes order, out of chaos comes order 

Out of chaos comes order, out of chaos comes order 

Out of chaos comes order, out of chaos comes order 

Fake niggas run for the border 

La la la la, la la la la 

La la la la, la la la la 

In a past life I was a woodcarver's knife 

The sharpened blade of a woodcutter 

The eldest son of the chief's brother 

A maker of drums 

We scraped the insides of goat hides 

And seek the hollows where sound resides 

Offering the parts we did not use 

To invoke the muse 

Music of the ghettos, the cosmos 

The Negroes, the necros 

Overcomers of death, disciples of breath 

Dissection of drumbeats like Osirus by Seth 

Break beats into fourteen pieces 

Dissembled chaos, organized noise 

A patchwork of heartbeats to resurrect 

True b-boys, be men 

Let's mend the broken heart of Isis 

Age of Aquarius, mother nature is furious 

While you rhyme about being hardcore, be heartcore 

What is it that we do art for? 

Metaphor, metasin, it's an age of healing 

Why not rhyme about what you're feeling or not be felt 

Deal with the cards you're dealt 

Calling on tarot readers and sparrow feeders 

To cancel the Apocalypse 

Metaphorically speaking, metaphorically speaking