The Ritual - 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 'cuz I’m gettin' these nouns

Got these kids inventing adjectives and gaining renown

'Cuz 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