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kmd - true lightyears lyrics
[produced by mf doom]
[chorus: mf doom + sample]
ash hadu allah ilaha illallah
wahdahu la sharika lahu—by far
(“ash hadu allah ilaha illallah…”)
rock, rock, y’all, between the tick, tock, y’all
[verse 1: jay electronica]
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
(“ash hadu…”)
pollination, subhanahu wa ta’ala nation
global recalibration, roc nation causing shock waves
in the bas-m-nt, 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
(“ash hadu…”)
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
[chorus]
ash hadu allah ilaha illallah
wahdahu la sharika lahu—by far
(“ash hadu allah ilaha illallah…”)
rock, rock, y’all, between the tick, tock, y’all
[verse 2: mf doom]
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, d-mn, fam
bless the child who hold his own, none could master respect
soundwave transform like rumble, ratchet eject
(“ash hadu…”)
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
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