Wu-Tang Clan - Sunlight lyrics
[Wu-Tang Clan - Sunlight lyrics]
The heart is the general
The eyes are the scouts
The fists are the arrows, the body is the bow
All movements have to be
It's phat, man, it's phat, man
I'm the 7 in the center of the sun
I keep shining
My inner light would turn my baby's
Tear drop to small diamonds
That be twinkling
While my love be sprinkling
We stay young while your old
Wicked faces be wrinkling
Allah's the most gracious
He made the universe the most spacious
Seen and heard in all places
But still appear faceless
Embraces all races, all caste and all cases
In every spec of life he's
The substance of all traces
The answer to all questions
The spark of all suggestions
Of righteousness
The pathway to the road of perfection
Who gives you all and never ask more of you
The faithful companion that fights
Every war with you
Before the mortal view of the prehistorical
Historical he's the all and all
You searching for the oracle
A mission impossible, purely philosophical
But, you call him on your death bed
When you laying in the hospital
And as you play all day like
The grasshopper who work and toil
Like armies of ants carrying stones of soil
Building a home for themselves
And storing food
At night we praise Allah and adore the moon
In sync like the flow of the Nile
The growth of a child only fearing God
We great a ghost with a smile
That which is spirit is spirit
Which is flesh is flesh
Meaning life has no partnership with death
Yo, I've been highly misunderstood by
Those who met us
They had ears of corn and heads of lettuce
Mentally dead, essentially led
By the false teachings, and eventually pledge
Their allegiance
To that which was against them
And exempt them from the truth
Then juiced them and pimped them
To give it in tithes, so the church can rise
While their babies home hungry
Covered with flies
Bzzzz, trying to harness the wind
Allah's the father from without and within
On Christ return, who will announce him?
Every tree is numbered
But who can count them?
The name of all things on this world
Who can pronounce them?
Allah's the father of all
Why do you doubt him?
The heart is the general
The eyes are the scouts
The fists are the arrow, the body is the bow
All movements have to be natural
The wrist must be strong
And the fingers powerful
Fast, high kicks, a good firm stance
Avoid the enemy's strong points
Eagle's Claw!
The eyes are the scouts
The fists are the arrows, the body is the bow
All movements have to be
It's phat, man, it's phat, man
I'm the 7 in the center of the sun
I keep shining
My inner light would turn my baby's
Tear drop to small diamonds
That be twinkling
While my love be sprinkling
We stay young while your old
Wicked faces be wrinkling
Allah's the most gracious
He made the universe the most spacious
Seen and heard in all places
But still appear faceless
Embraces all races, all caste and all cases
In every spec of life he's
The substance of all traces
The answer to all questions
The spark of all suggestions
Of righteousness
The pathway to the road of perfection
Who gives you all and never ask more of you
The faithful companion that fights
Every war with you
Before the mortal view of the prehistorical
Historical he's the all and all
You searching for the oracle
A mission impossible, purely philosophical
But, you call him on your death bed
When you laying in the hospital
And as you play all day like
The grasshopper who work and toil
Like armies of ants carrying stones of soil
Building a home for themselves
And storing food
At night we praise Allah and adore the moon
In sync like the flow of the Nile
The growth of a child only fearing God
We great a ghost with a smile
That which is spirit is spirit
Which is flesh is flesh
Meaning life has no partnership with death
Yo, I've been highly misunderstood by
Those who met us
They had ears of corn and heads of lettuce
Mentally dead, essentially led
By the false teachings, and eventually pledge
Their allegiance
To that which was against them
And exempt them from the truth
Then juiced them and pimped them
To give it in tithes, so the church can rise
While their babies home hungry
Covered with flies
Bzzzz, trying to harness the wind
Allah's the father from without and within
On Christ return, who will announce him?
Every tree is numbered
But who can count them?
The name of all things on this world
Who can pronounce them?
Allah's the father of all
Why do you doubt him?
The heart is the general
The eyes are the scouts
The fists are the arrow, the body is the bow
All movements have to be natural
The wrist must be strong
And the fingers powerful
Fast, high kicks, a good firm stance
Avoid the enemy's strong points
Eagle's Claw!