"Release Part 1,2 & 3"
(feat. Lyrics Born, Saul Williams)

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[Gift of Gab]
Prevalent melanin elephant bailing
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 ? (Release) Attica
Shatter your algebra with calculus (give it up)
Damage your pattern I'm pounding you so fabulous (give it up)
Enough is enough is enough and I'm busting up outta this shell
In [bad word] and rupture your [bad word] the [bad word] with you (Release)
Up in you and cut you a costumer
Huffing and puffing, discussing absolutely nothing, disgusting
Plus I'm feeling [bad word] up in your country percussion
No woman gets [bad word] in the boundaries
Wake up if your lunging, I'm something, you're nothing (Release)
 [bad word] see [bad word]  I'm hunting
For one [bad word] 
I'm stomping my foot through your army
They couldn't have stopped me with shoties
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 subliminal intentional dentinal pro
Unlimited flow unriveted, inhibited, vindited
Now you can't get rid of it like (Release) business
Magnificent, intimate, in it with, in a minute, gonna be in a nicks
In it with a gig, big fat heads like eggs Benedict
Pigs lick [bad word]  rip with words in a bismol energy
It's time I society beats release

[Saul Williams]
Inner breathlessness, outer restlessness
By the time I caught up to freedom I was out of breath
Grandma asked me what [bad word] for
I guess I'm out for the same thing the sun is sunning for
What mothers birth their youngens for
And some say [bad word] 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
metal ladder
wooden cross
plastic bottle of water
mandala encased in glass
spirit encased in flesh
Sound from shaped hollows
The thickest of mucus released from heightened passion
man that cries in his sleep
[bad word] that has gone out of fashion
mode of expression
paint splattered wall
carton of cigarettes
bouquet of corpses
dying forest
nurtured garden
privatized prison
candle with a broken wick
puddle that reflects the sun
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 [bad word] 
I am [bad word] all that I am
The spittle that surrounds the mouth-piece of the flute
Unheard, yet felt
gathered wetness
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 [bad word] 
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
Barbers barred, barred 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
verse to be recited
man to de-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