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]

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[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