- Jay Electronica Universal Soldier 歌詞
- Jay Electronica
- This is the gallant crew that rolled the big super fort,
which carried the first atomic bomb to Japan.
Piloted by Colonel Paul Tibbets Jr. of Miami.
Carrying Navy Captain William Parsons of Chicago,
who helped design the bomb, as observer.
And Major Thomas Ferebee of Mocksville, North Carolina,
who pulled the plug on Hiroshima.
The B-29 dropped its load of atomic death,
which exploded with a force equal to 20,000 tons of TNT
Bismillah (Bismillah)
Bismillah (Bismillah)
(Aoodhu Billaahi) Aoodhu Billaahi min al-Shaytaan ir-rajeem
Bismillah (Bismillah)
Ashadu an lâ ilâha illa-llâhWa
Ashadu ana Muhammad rasûl allâh
J A Y E L E C T R O N I C A
The son of slaves, true, I started out as a peasant (Uh-uh)
Thats why I build my temple like Solomon in the desert (Uh-uh)
The Lord is my rock, I speed dial through salah
My trials in the fire, The Crucible made me hot
I glow like embers of cold born with a touch of gold
My mathematical theology of rhyminll touch the soul
I spent many nights bent off woods
Clutchin the bowl, stuffin my nose
Some of the cons I suffer from prose
My poetrys livin like the God that I fall back on
And all praises due to Allah for such a lustrious platform
The teachers of the Honorable Elijah Muhammads my backbone
When I spit the children on the mothership bow on a platform
The true history of Jesus comin to age
I wore a ski mask and glove to the masquerade
Uh, I got the Roc on my shoulder (Its the Roc)
Somebody shouldve told you, Im a mother****in universal soldier
JAY-Z
Back when Emory Jones was catchin the FED charge
I knew less about who Chesimard
All about Pablo Escobar
Thinkin I was the last one Allah would lay his blessings on
I was tryna not to end up like Tony in the restaurant
Now Im the general of the Geechee army
What dont kill us make us stronger , thats Nietzsche on me
Hot boy like Im BG, that Fiji on me
We done ducked them FED charges, now we eatin comfy
Le freak, cest Chic
That guilt trip aint gon work, dont put your luggage on we
You aint keep the same energy for the du Ponts and Carnegies
We was in your cotton fields, now we sippin on these, only
Save my soul... Save me from myself... Save my soul...
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