Up for some cathartic, shamanic-like dancing?

Up for some cathartic, shamanic-like dancing? Saul Williams is your man and a visionary poet extraordinaire!

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I want my money back.
I’m down here drowning in your fat.
You got me on my knees praying for everything you lack.
I ain’t afraid of you.
I’m just a victim of your fears.
You cower in your tower praying that I’ll disappear,
I got another plan, one that requires me to stand.
On the stage or in the street, don’t need no microphone or beat.
And when you hear this song, if you ain’t dead then sing along.
Bang and strum to these here drums til you get where you belong.

I got a list of demands written on the palm of my hands.
I ball my fist and you’re gonna know where I stand.
We’re living hand to mouth!
You wanna be somebody?
See somebody?
Try and free somebody?
I gotta list of demands written on the palm of my hands.
I ball my fist and you’re gonna know where I stand.
We’re living hand to mouth!
Hand to mouth!

I wrote a song for you today while I was sitting in my room.
I jumped up on my bed today and played it on a broom.
I didn’t think that it would be a song that you would hear,
but when I played it in my head, I made you reappear.
I wrote a video for it and I acted out each part.
Then I took your picture out and taped it to my heart.
I’ve taped you to my heart dear girl, I’ve taped you to my
heart and if you pull away from me you’ll tear my life apart..

I got a list of demands written on the palm of my hands.
I ball my fist and you’re gonna know where I stand.
We’re living hand to mouth!
You wanna be somebody?
See somebody?
Try and free somebody?
I gotta list of demands written on the palm of my hands.
I ball my fist and you’re gonna know where I stand.
We’re living hand to mouth!
Hand to mouth!

Ecstacy, suffering, Echinacea, bufferin.
We aim to remember what we choose to forget.
God’s just a baby and her diaper is wet.
Call the police!
I’m strapped to the teeth and liable to disregard your every belief.
Call on the law!
I’m fixin’ to draw a line between what is and seems and call up a brawl.
Call’em up now!
’cause it’s about to go pow!
I’m standing on the threshold of the ups and the downs.
Call up a truce!
’cause I’m about to bust loose.
Protect ya neck,’cause, son, I’m breaking out of my noose.

I got a list of demands written on the palm of my hands.
I ball my fist and you’re gonna know where I stand.
We’re living hand to mouth!
You wanna be somebody?
See somebody?
Try and free somebody?
I gotta list of demands written on the palm of my hands.
I ball my fist and you’re gonna know where I stand.
We’re living hand to mouth!
Hand to mouth!

and another one:

I gave hip-hop to white boys when nobody was looking
Found it locked in a basement when they gentrified Brooklyn
Left a list of instructions, MPC and a mic
My sci-fi library and utensils to write
Right or wrong,
I think hip-hop is where it belongs
Where it comes from one is but son, we wrote them songs
It was a ploy
Got fools tied up with mechanized toys
We are beings to breath, beyond the beings of boysNow you can break all you wanna,
scratch all you wanna,
graff all you wanna,
laugh all you wannaBut I wanna show you what the stars are made of,
I wanna show you the starsSo substitute the anger and oppression with guilt and depression and it’s yours, it’s yours
Substitute the anger and oppression with guilt and depression and it’s yours, it’s yoursWhite boys listen to white boys,
Black boys listen to black boys,
No one listens to no one,
No one listens no no one
Alone on a mountan top, uprooted from the earth
Drifting beyond normalcy, a gold piece in God’s purse is
worthless here, we’re earthless here
God versus fear
Man versus fear
Fear not
I purse my lips and kiss like a glock
Violence is a metaphor for victory’s plot
Change is inevitable but our death is not
(Ha ha ha ha ha..)Now you can break all you wanna,
scratch all you wanna,
graff all you wanna,
laugh all you wannaBut I wanna show you what the stars are made of,
I wanna show you the starsSo substitute the anger and oppression with guilt and depression and it’s yours, it’s yours
Substitute the anger and oppression with guilt and depression and it’s yours
Grippo!HEY! He-ey, he-ey, he-ey, everbody
HEY! He-ey, he-ey, he-eyI wanna show you what the stars are made of,
I wanna show you what the stars are made of
I wanna show you what the stars are made of,
I wanna show you the starsSo substitute the anger and oppression with guilt and depression and it’s yours, it’s yours
Substitute the anger and oppression with guilt and depression and it’s yours

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