Grippo - Saul Williams

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 boys

Now you can break all you wanna,

scratch all you wanna,

graff all you wanna,

laugh all you wanna

But I wanna show you what the stars are made of,

I wanna show you the stars

So 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 yours

White 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 wanna

But I wanna show you what the stars are made of,

I wanna show you the stars

So 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-ey

I 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 stars

So 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