Jay Electronica, JAY-Z - Universal Soldier lyrics

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 it's load of atomic death
Which exploded with a force equal to 20
000 tons of TNT bismillah (Bismillah)
Bismillah (Bismillah)
(A'oodhu Billaahi) A'oodhu Billaahi min
Al-Shaytaan ir rajeem bismillah (Bismillah)
Ashadu an lâ ilâha illa-llâhWa
Ashadu anna Muhammad rasûl allâh

The son of slaves, true
I started out as a peasant (Uh, uh)
That's why I build my temple
Like Solomon in the desert (Uh, uh)
The Lord is my rock
I speed dial through salat
My trials in the fiery crucible made me hot
I glow like embers of coal
Born with a touch of gold
My mathematical theology of rhymin'
A touch the soul
I spent many nights bent off Woodford
Clutchin' the bowl, stuffin' my nose
Some of the cons, I suffered for prose
My poetry's livin' like the God
That I fall back on
And all praises due to Allah
For such a illustrious platform
The teachings of the Honorable
Elijah Muhammad's 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
(It's the Roc) somebody should've told you
I'm a motherfuckin' universal soldier

Back when Emory Jones was
Catchin' the fed' charge
I knew less about Chessimar
All about Pablo Escobar
Thinkin' I was the last one Allah
Would lay his blessings on
I was trying not to end up
Like Tony in the restaurant
Now I'm the general of the geechie army
What don't kill us make us stronger
That's Nietzsche on me
Hot boy like I'm BG, that Fiji on me
We done ducked them fed' charges
Now we eatin' confit le fric, c'est chic
That guilt trip ain't gon' work
Don't put your luggage on we
You ain't keep the same energy for
The du Pont's and Carnegie's
We was in your cotton fields
Now we sittin' on Bs, on me

Save my soul save me from myself
Save my soul