The is the general, the eyes are the scouts The fists are the arrows, the is the bow All have to be manual
I'm the 7 in the center of the sun, I shinin' My inner light would turn my baby's tear drop to diamonds be twinklin' while my love be sprinklin' We young while your old wicked faces be wrinklin'
Allah's the gracious, He made the universe the most spacious Seen and heard in all places but appear faceless all races, all caste and all cases In every spec of life He's the of all traces
The answer to all questions, the of all suggestions Of righteousness, the to the road of perfection Who gives you all and never ask of you The faithful companion fights every war with you
Before the mortal of the prehistorical, historical He's the all and all, you searchin' for the A mission impossible, philosophical But you call Him on your bed when you layin' in the hospital
And as you play all day the grasshopper who work and toil Like armies of ants carryin' of soil Building a for themselves and storin' food At night we praise Allah and adore the
In like the flow of the Nile, the growth of a child Only fearin' God, we greet a ghost a smile That which is spirit is spirit, is flesh is flesh Meanin' life has no partnership death
Yo, I've been highly misunderstood by who met us They had of corn and heads of lettuce Mentally dead, essentially lead by the teachings And eventually pledge their
To that which was against them and exempt them the truth Then juiced and pimped them to give an entice So the church could rise while their babies home with flies, tryin' to harness the wind
Allah's the Father without and within On return, who will announce Him? Every is numbered but who can count them? The of all things on this world, who can pronounce them? Allah is the of all, why do you doubt Him?
The is the general, the eyes are the scouts The are the arrows, the body is the bow All have to be manual The wrist must be strong and the powerful Fast high kicks, a good stance Avoid the strong points