Songtext Ohm von Saul Williams

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Ohm

Ohm" is chanted in long drawn out syllables throughout the song)

[Saul Williams]
through meditation I program my heart
to beat breakbeats and hum basslines on exhalation
*Saul beatboxes* "ohm"
I burn seven day candles that melt
into twelve inch circles on my mantle
and spin funk like myrrh
*Saul beatboxes* "ohm"
and I can fade worlds in and out with my mixing patterns
letting the Earth spin as I blend in Saturn
niggaz be like spinning windmills, braiding hair
locking, popping, as the sonic force
of the soul keeps the planets rocking
the beat don't stop when, soulless matter blows
into the cosmos, trying to be stars
the beat don't stop when, Earth sends out satellites
to spy on Saturnites and control Mars
cause niggaz got a peace treaty with Martians
and we be keepin em up to date with sacred gibberish
like "sho' nuff" and "it's on"
the beat goes on, the beat goes on, the beat goes "ohm"

and I roam through the streets of downtown Venus
trying to auction off monuments of Osiris' severed penis
but they don't want no penis in Venus
for androgynous cosmology sets their spirits free
and they neither men nor women be
but they be down with a billion niggaz who have yet to see
that interplanetary truth is androgynous
and they be sending us shoutouts through shooting stars
and niggaz be like, "Whattup?" and talking Mars
cause we are so-lar and regardless of how far we roam from home
the universe remains our center, like "ohm"

I am no Earthling, I drink moonshine on Mars
and mistake meteors for stars cause I can't hold my liquor
but I can hold my breath and ascend like wind to the black hole
and play galaxaphones on the fire escapes of your soul
blowing tunes through lunar wombs, impregnating stars
giving birth to suns, that darken the skins that skin our drums
and we be beating infinity over sacred hums
spinning funk like myrrh until Jesus comes
and Jesus comes everytime we drum
and the moon drips blood and eclipses the sun
and out of darkness comes a *Saul beatboxes*
and out of darkness comes a *Saul beatboxes*
and out of darkness comes the

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Ohm" is chanted in long drawn out syllables throughout the song)

[Saul Williams]  
through meditation I program my heart  
to beat breakbeats and hum basslines on exhalation  
*Saul beatboxes* "ohm"  
I burn seven day candles that melt  
into twelve inch circles on my mantle  
and spin funk like myrrh  
*Saul beatboxes* "ohm"  
and I can fade worlds in and out with my mixing patterns  
letting the Earth spin as I blend in Saturn  
niggaz be like spinning windmills, braiding hair  
locking, popping, as the sonic force  
of the soul keeps the planets rocking  
the beat don't stop when, soulless matter blows  
into the cosmos, trying to be stars  
the beat don't stop when, Earth sends out satellites  
to spy on Saturnites and control Mars  
cause niggaz got a peace treaty with Martians  
and we be keepin em up to date with sacred gibberish  
like "sho' nuff" and "it's on"  
the beat goes on, the beat goes on, the beat goes "ohm"

and I roam through the streets of downtown Venus  
trying to auction off monuments of Osiris' severed penis  
but they don't want no penis in Venus  
for androgynous cosmology sets their spirits free  
and they neither men nor women be  
but they be down with a billion niggaz who have yet to see  
that interplanetary truth is androgynous  
and they be sending us shoutouts through shooting stars  
and niggaz be like, "Whattup?" and talking Mars  
cause we are so-lar and regardless of how far we roam from home  
the universe remains our center, like "ohm"

I am no Earthling, I drink moonshine on Mars  
and mistake meteors for stars cause I can't hold my liquor  
but I can hold my breath and ascend like wind to the black hole  
and play galaxaphones on the fire escapes of your soul  
blowing tunes through lunar wombs, impregnating stars  
giving birth to suns, that darken the skins that skin our drums  
and we be beating infinity over sacred hums  
spinning funk like myrrh until Jesus comes  
and Jesus comes everytime we drum  
and the moon drips blood and eclipses the sun  
and out of darkness comes a *Saul beatboxes*  
and out of darkness comes a *Saul beatboxes*  
and out of darkness comes the