Light Years (feat. Mf Doom)

Ash hadu allah ilaha illallah

Wahdahu la sharika lahu by far

Rock rock y'all, between the tick tock y'all

I came out the magnolia like the beetle

The genie of the incense smoke

From the church steeple, mixed with the prayers of the people

Pollination subhana wa ta'ala nation

Global recalibration

Roc nation causing shock waves in the basement

Seven thousand kilohertz

With every verse I heal the earth

With every line I drop the tears of man into a cloud

In a fine mist until it bursts and rain from the brain

Snowflakes for the pain

The flow is just so insane, we wondering why you came

Here's a jewel son, be yourself

Quit looking like someone else

Get your dignity off the shelf

The true jedi code is stealth

Stay in tune with whatever else

The asiatic galactic master of the atlas

Author of mathematics civilized the savage

Terrorize the clerics

Big black chief like robert parish

I broke the deputy neck while metal face shot the sheriff

Soul rebel in the deadly bout with the devil

Conquering every level

The best part is where I settle

Spread love through every ghetto, plus suburbia

Me over the track is a acquisition, a merger couldn't be any further

Woke the game up into a fervor, then disappeared like the burglar

The style you never heard of

The very premise is murder

But sweeter than a werthers

Roam the earth like bedouins and berbers

The great ancient goat herder, emerging through your server

Ash hadu allah ilaha illallah, wa dahu la sharika lahu by far

Rock rock y'all, between the tick tock y'all

Doom out the vortex to your neocortex

Your guess who spit the rawness is good as gore-tex

Metal face turtleneck vest, built to support bras

Standard issue for broads, carbon like a sports car

Anybody ask he retired

Tried to hold the villain to task he was fired

Fired up, his own boss on strike

Accused of using hot pepper sauce on the mic

Get tossed on a spike or cross if you like

So be cautious, leave 'em nauseous as pork sausages

Salami and some bacon, some bacon and some ham

Plans get mistaken for a scam, ah damn fam

Bless the child who hold his own, none could master respect

Soundwave transform like rumble rapture eject

It's more secret than al gore's wallet

Or val thor's comet

Or style wars, bomb it

Or that gal of yours armpit, darn it

(Wa dahu la shareika lahu)

I promise