DNA аккорды от 
Saul Williams 
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Key: A minor•
Verse 1
Am
E
Feel
Am
E
the mu
Am
sic son,
we got you programmed like a beat
When I press snare, yo, guard your grill
E
Press kick, you move your feet,
you can't compete
Am
I got my hydrants
parked on every street
Verse 2
Am
I'm federal nigga, son of sun,
come close and feel the heat
I am the streets, the white lines only
separate me from me
You hydroplane in false gods
E
name and still crash into me
Am
Sign and tree, mountainside,
guardrail into the sea
Verse 3
Am
They thought they stole you from my
E
arms then carried you to me
Am
Here's the key,
DNA encoded in a beat
White rocks in a vial,
E
nigga, ain't got nuthin' on me
Am
Bitch I'm free, ask these editors at MTV
Verse 4
Am
Far as they know they're publishing
E
some new school poetry
Am
Let it be 'cause even that
will do to turn the key
Doorways into other worlds,
E
the truth shall set you free
Am
You are me, I am you,
Verse 5
but also I'm he
Am
Shepherd of a bastard flock that
E
grazes in the street s
Am
Feel the beat nod your head lean back,
yo, touch your feet
Let me see you pop that thang right
E
there girl in your seat
Am
Feel the heat,
count this page amongst your whitest sheets
Comfort in my every word slide
E
Am
under countless sheep
Verse 6
Am
Hail Mary, Mother of God
Got the whole host of angels
E
shuffling in my iPod
Am
Niggas learned to raise their voices
when I lowered my rod
Staff of Moses, Pharaoh knows it, son,
E
my word is my bond
Verse 7
Am
Tune my heart with mind,
speak my nature, divine
Callin' shit into existence back in '79
E
Am
With the fu ture in my pocket
tightly gripped like a 9
Keep my finger on the trigger
E
waiting for the right time
Verse 8
Am
Ancient niggas align,
path of cosmic design
Blood of kings 'cause Saturn's rings
E
don't need no diamonds to shine
Am
Yes, the reason for the season,
ornamented divine
Coded Language of the mystics
E
with my fist in the sky
Verse 9
Am
Keep your head up,
we represent the real, my nigga dead up
Book of the dead, history bled,
this nigga fed up
Led us to despair,
some into prayer and they won't let up
Until they got us worshiping them false
gods instead of the realness
Verse 10
God of the streets, my niggas feel this
Am
We nod our heads and
worship through beats
Go ahead and kneel
It?s the love that makes
the cipher complete
And it?d displayed through the way the
bass line marries the beat
E
Verse 11
Am
Hail Mary, Mother of God
Got the whole host of angels
E
shuffling in my iPod
Am
Niggas learned to raise their voices
when I lowered my rod
Staff of Moses, Pharaoh knows it, son,
E
my word is my bond
Verse 12
Am
Tune my heart with mind,
speak my nature, divine
Callin' shit into existence
E
back in '79
Am
With the fu ture in my pocket
tightly gripped like a 9
Keep my finger on the trigger
E
waiting for the right time
Verse 13
Am
Ancient niggas align,
path of cosmic design
Blood of kings 'cause Saturn's rings
E
don't need no diamonds to shine
Am
Yes, the reason for the season,
ornamented divine
Coded language of the mystics
E
with my fist in the sky
Verse 14
Am
Keep your head up
Outro 1
Am
E
Am
E
Am
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