The Ritual accords par 
Saul Williams 
N/A
Key: A minor•
Intro 1
E
Verse 1
E
Bitch nigga, gun trigger,
dick's bigger, why fuck?
Dm
E
Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mac truck
Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck
Bigger Thomas I promise,
Dm
E
leave a corpse in the fur nace
Dm
Bitch
Verse 2
E
nigga, gun trigger,
dick's bigger, why fuck?
Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mac truck
Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck
Bigger Thomas I promise,
leave a corpse in the furnace
Verse 3
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Bitch nigga, gun trigger,
Gm
E
dick's bigger, why fuck ?
Killer, blood spiller, bitch,
Gm
Dm
steal a Mac truck
E
Gm
Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck
E
Bigger Thomas I promise,
Gm
leave a corpse in the fur nace
Dm
Bitch
Verse 4
E
nigga, gun trigger,
dick's bigger, why fuck?
Killer, blood spiller, bitch,
Dm
E
Dm
steal a mac truck
E
Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck
Bigger Thomas I promise,
Dm
leave a corpse in the furnace
E
Dm
Nigga what? I'm
Verse 5
E
Am
Gm
Am
Dm
E
complicated down to my strut
Am
A
Am
Like the way I hold my gat
Dm
E
flat on its side like a pug
A
Gm
A
Am
And I'm tickling the trigger
E
Dm
make it laugh from its gut
E
Gm
Am
You would think I'm a
A
E
comedian the way it erupts
Verse 6
Am
E
Nigga what? I repres ent
Dm
E
the ashes and dust
Gm
Am
All that's sittin up in ya chin
E
that's got ya stuck in a rut
Gm
Am
You can fire, hold your fire, son,
Dm
E
I'm smokin you up
Gm
Am
You can whistle your desires
A
E
even Buddha got snuffed
Am
Nigga now
Verse 7
Gm
Am
E
I'm standing on
Dm
the corner of wow
Am
E
Exclamations pointed at me 'cuz
I'm gettin' these nouns
Gm
A
Got these kids in venting adject
E
ives and gaining renown
G
A
E
'Cuz I am nigga, I am
Verse 8
Gm
Am
Nigga please, the earth,
E
Dm
the air, the fire and the seas
E
Gm
A
Third dimen sion, fourth dimension,
E
fifth dimension with ease
Gm
Am
Oh, the chicken never thought I've
E
Dm
E
got ya smokin' them trees
Gm
Am
Ask your front door what my sawed off
E
got you snortin' them keys
Am
Nigga what?
Verse 9
Gm
Am
But I ain't
E
Dm
gonna knock open up
Gm
Am
When it's time to meet your maker
E
ain't no changing the plot
Am
Gm
Am
E
You're an actor in the series nigga,
Dm
I own the lot
Gm
Am
And I'm here to serve these royal
A
E
Dm
ties like gold in a pot
E
Callin'
Verse 10
Gm
Am
haves and have nots
E
Dm
Callin' haves and have nots
E
Gm
Am
Callin' haves and have nots
E
Dm
E
Callin' haves and have nots
Verse 11
Gm
Am
Callin' haves and have nots
E
Dm
Callin' haves and have nots
E
Gm
Am
Callin' haves and have nots
E
Dm
E
Callin' haves and have
Dm
E
Gm
Am
not s
E
Hey,
Verse 12
Dm
E
ain't no need to stop
Gm
Am
E
that
Dm
E
Hey, ain't no need to stop
Gm
Am
E
that
Dm
E
Hey, ain't no need to stop
Gm
Am
Dm
that
E
Dm
Hey, ain't no need
E
God and pussy,
Verse 13
Am
A
E
objects of desire
Dm
E
And ill repute some
Am
rather seek up high
Dm
E
Dm
E
Than dig and grind that in ner truth
Gm
Am
The angel of my eye
E
A bit too fly
Verse 14
Dm
to substitute
E
Gm
A
Dm
With any other form than the Messiah's
E
Dm
E
Gm
Am
E
black Mari ah
Dm
Mothership, grandmother moon and sea
E
Gm
Am
A
The wave and form of beau
E
ty born of Eden's apple tree
Gm
A
E
And every single Adam stands
Dm
erect and prays to be
E
Gm
Am
A
E
The follower she of fers sweet communion,
Gm
Am
holy uni on
A
Let me see you run
Verse 15
Dm
A
it just like that
Gm
Am
Move your hips from side to side
A
E
A
Am
Come for ward, push it back
Gm
Am
A
Let me know firsthand the land
Dm
A
of glory that I lack
Gm
Am
I sur render all to you if
E
A
you surrender back
Dm
Holy God
Verse 16
E
where'd you learn to
squeeze it tight and then
Am
A
E
Move it slow enough for me
E
to question everything?
You slowly start to tremble heaven's
Dm
E
wall s begin to sing
A
E
Tsunam i ever after cosmic
slop on everything
Verse 17
E
Hey, ain't no need to stop that
Hey, ain't no need to stop that
Verse 18
E
Bitch nigga, gun trigger,
dick's bigger, why fuck?
(Ain't no need to stop that)
Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mac truck
Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck
Bigger Thomas I promise,
leave a corpse in the furnace
Verse 19
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Bitch nigga, gun trig ger,
E
dick's bigger, why fuck?
E
E
Killer, blood spiller, bitch, steal a Mac truck
E
Bad luck fuckin' with this black buck
Bigger Thomas I promise,
leave a corpse in the furnace
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