The Ritual Lyrics - Saul Williams

Bitch nigga, gun trigger, dick's bigger, why fuck? 

Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mac truck 

Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck 

Bigger Thomas I promise, leave a corpse in the furnace 

Bitch nigga, gun trigger, dick's bigger, why fuck? 

Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mac truck 

Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck 

Bigger Thomas I promise, leave a corpse in the furnace 

Bitch nigga, gun trigger, dick's bigger, why fuck? 

Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mac truck 

Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck 

Bigger Thomas I promise, leave a corpse in the furnace 

Bitch nigga, gun trigger, dick's bigger, why fuck? 

Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a mac truck 

Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck 

Bigger Thomas I promise, leave a corpse in the furnace 

Nigga 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 

Nigga what? I represent the ashes and dust 

All that's sittin' up in ya chin that's got ya stuck in a rut 

You can fire, hold your fire, son, I'm smokin' you up 

You can whistle your desires even Buddha got snuffed 

Nigga now I'm standing on the corner of wow 

Exclamations pointed at me 'cause I'm gettin' these nouns 

Got these kids inventing adjectives and gaining renown 

'cause I am nigga, I am 

Nigga please, the earth, the air, the fire and the seas 

Third dimension, fourth dimension, fifth dimension with ease 

Oh, the chicken never thought I've got ya smokin' them trees 

Ask your front door what my sawed off got you snortin' them keys 

Nigga 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 nigga, I own the lot 

And I'm here to serve these royalties like gold in a pot 

Callin' haves and have nots 

Callin' haves and have nots 

Callin' haves and have nots 

Callin' haves and have nots 

Callin' haves and have nots 

Callin' haves and have nots 

Callin' haves and have nots 

Callin' haves and have nots 

Hey, ain't no need to stop that 

Hey, ain't no need to stop that 

Hey, ain't no need to stop that 

Hey, ain't no need 

God and pussy, objects of desire 

And ill repute some rather seek up high 

Than dig and grind that inner truth 

The angel of my eye 

A bit too fly to substitute 

With any other form than the Messiah's black Mariah 

Mothership, 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 

Hey, ain't no need to stop that 

Bitch nigga, gun trigger, dick's bigger, why fuck? 

(Ain't no need to stop that) 

Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mac truck 

Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck 

Bigger Thomas I promise, leave a corpse in the furnace 

Bitch nigga, gun trigger, dick's bigger, why fuck? 

Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mac truck 

Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck 

Bigger Thomas I promise, leave a corpse in the furnace