作词 : Elpadaro F. Electronica Allah/Shawn Carter/Jacques Webster/James Blake Litherland/Jennifer Vashti Bunyan/Allen Toussaint

作曲 : Elpadaro F. Electronica Allah/Shawn Carter/Jacques Webster/James Blake Litherland/Jennifer Vashti Bunyan/Allen Toussaint

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 its 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 ana Muhammad rasûl allâh

J A Y E L E C T R O N I C A

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 salah

My trials in the fire, The Crucible made me hot

I glow like embers of cold born with a touch of gold

My mathematical theology of rhymin'll touch the soul

I spent many nights bent off woods

Clutchin' the bowl, stuffin' my nose

Some of the cons I suffer from prose

My poetry's livin' like the God that I fall back on

And all praises due to Allah for such a lustrious platform

The teachers 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 mother****in' universal soldier

JAY-Z

Back when Emory Jones was catchin' the FED charge

I knew less about who Chesimard

All about Pablo Escobar

Thinkin' I was the last one Allah would lay his blessings on

I was tryna not to end up like Tony in the restaurant

Now I'm the general of the Geechee 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' comfy

Le freak, 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 sippin' on these, only

Save my soul... Save me from myself... Save my soul...