Release

Chief Xcel, Gift of Gab

[Release Part 1]

[Intro: Zach de la Rocha]
Release
Release
Release

[Verse: Gift of Gab (Zach de la Rocha)]
Prevalent melanin elephant bailin'
And carrying sedatives that'll give average lettermen callouses
Wrecking with savageness, catalyst
Battling rappers'll stagger right after the dagger is left in it
Cherish this caliber (Release) Atticus
Shatter your algebra with calculus (give it up)
Damage your patterns I'm pounding you so fabulous (give it up)
Enough is enough is enough and I'm busting up outta this shell
An eruption that ruptures your structure to fuck with you (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're struck in the boundaries
Wake up if you're lunging, I'm something, you're nothing (Release)
Now come see me grunting
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) emcees
Thriving to flow, opting to go
Five hundred and fifty-five syllables to go
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 antonyms
In it with a gig, big fat heads like eggs Benedict
Pigs lick shit, rip with words and 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 youngens for
And some say Jesus coming for
For all I know the earth is spinning slow
Suns 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 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 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 elming 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 elming 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]
(Release)
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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 close some people think he's half [?]
Ain't no secret, people, trust me it's mostly hustling
That moves me upstream but just focus on the unseen
Boasting and fussing, they both so unproductive
Suppose it go in my blood stream, 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 weight 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 a longer day
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, aim, orchestrate fate

[Verse: Gift of Gab]
Astrologists, colleges follow this through the metropolis
The dominant brown bomber, I'm in it, being prominent
Walking it mean, talking it, clean the scene, stalking it
Volcanic, got ya'll panicking, false canyon
And always 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 form
[Incomprehensible] bar none oncoming, onslaught
On one chopping you, I'll tomahawk, trauma hawk
Long running champ and rocking shit 'till 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 weight of your older days
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, aim, orchestrate faith
Just motivate, accelerate, never wait, show the way, no escape
Take hold and shift shape, live a longer day
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, aim, orchestrate faith

Curiosités sur la chanson Release de Blackalicious

Quand la chanson “Release” a-t-elle été lancée par Blackalicious?
La chanson Release a été lancée en 2002, sur l’album “Blazing Arrow”.
Qui a composé la chanson “Release” de Blackalicious?
La chanson “Release” de Blackalicious a été composée par Chief Xcel, Gift of Gab.

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