Release

[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] (Release) (Release) (Release) [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