MF DOOM - Light Years lyrics

[Intro: MF DOOM] Ash Hadu Allah Ilaha Illallah Wahdahu La Sharika Lahu by far 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 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 j**el 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 [Interlude: MF DOOM] Ash Hadu Allah Ilaha Illallah, Wa Dahu La Sharika Lahu by far 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 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 ratchet 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