dead emcee scrolls

so, i stopped combing my mind so my
thoughts could lock. i’m tired of trying
to understand. perceptions are mangled,
matted, and knotted anyway. life is more
than what meets the eye and I.

so, elevate eye to the third. but even that
shit seems absurd when your thoughts
leave you third eye-solated. no man is an
island. but i often feel alone. so find peace
through OM.

—  saul williams, dead emcee scrolls.

So, I stopped combing my mind so my
thoughts could lock. I’m tired of trying
to understand. Perceptions are mangled,
matted, and knotted anyway. Life is more
…than what meets the eye and I.

So, elevate eye to the third. But even that
shit seems absurd when your thoughts
leave you third eye-solated. No man is an
island. But I often feel alone. So find peace
through OM.

—  saul williams, dead emcee scrolls, chapter 7
Ch 33

Feel the beat.

Understand the rhythm that you seek.

Let it be your guiding force you speak from when you speak.

Hold your tongue just long enough to find your path, unique. Then spit the seed the forest needs to garner what we reap.

 

It ain’t deep.

As simple as a breakbeat and some rhymes.

Type of shit to nod your head while chillin with your dime.

But hold her tight, ‘cause she just might read deep between the lines and start to think the words that she now reads are simply mine.

 

Give them voice.

Spit them over beats.

Repeat.

Rejoice.

An anthem you can put in your own words or chant.

Your choice.

May heaven smile upon you earthly reign b-girls and boys, as it has upon mine: fancy pens on paper, poised.

 

It’s divine.

Every page a different sort of kiss.

No, not for everyone.

This pen is clenched in a black fist. And if that ain’t your cup of tea, perhaps, a glass of piss.

So hold your nose and drink it down. Just think of it as Crys-.

 

But if it is, if you don’t mind the source from whence I speak, and recognize you can’t disguise the source of every beat, then nod your head, girl, wind that waist, bend over, touch your feet.

And go ahead and pop that thang.

Yes, yes, cipher complete.