KMD, Jay Electronica, MF DOOM - True Lightyears lyrics
Daniel Thompson Dumile, a.k.a. Zev Love X, a.k.a. Doom, a.k.a.Supervillain
[KMD, Jay Electronica, MF DOOM - True Lightyears lyrics]
Nashadu an la ilaha illa-llah
Wahdahu la sharika lahu by far
("Nashadu an la ilaha illa-llah")
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
("Nashadu")
Pollination, Subhanahu 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
Terrorized the clerics
Big black chief like Robert Parish
I broke the deputy neck while
Metal Face shot the sheriff ("Nashadu")
Soul rebel in the deadly bout with the devil
Conquerin' 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 Werther's
Roam the Earth like Bedouins and Berbers
The great ancient goat herder
Emerging through your server
Nashadu an la ilaha illa-llah
Wahdahu la sharika lahu by far
("Nashadu an la ilaha illa-llah")
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 ya 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
Ratchet eject ("Nashadu")
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
("Wahdahu la sharika lahu") i promise
Wahdahu la sharika lahu by far
("Nashadu an la ilaha illa-llah")
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
("Nashadu")
Pollination, Subhanahu 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
Terrorized the clerics
Big black chief like Robert Parish
I broke the deputy neck while
Metal Face shot the sheriff ("Nashadu")
Soul rebel in the deadly bout with the devil
Conquerin' 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 Werther's
Roam the Earth like Bedouins and Berbers
The great ancient goat herder
Emerging through your server
Nashadu an la ilaha illa-llah
Wahdahu la sharika lahu by far
("Nashadu an la ilaha illa-llah")
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 ya 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
Ratchet eject ("Nashadu")
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
("Wahdahu la sharika lahu") i promise