The is the general, the eyes are the scouts The are the arrows, the body is the bow All movements to be manual
I'm the 7 in the of the sun, I keep shinin' My inner light would turn my baby's drop to small diamonds That be twinklin' while my love be We stay young while your old wicked faces be
Allah's the most gracious, He made the the most spacious Seen and heard in all places but still appear Embraces all races, all caste and all In every spec of He's the substance of all traces
The answer to all questions, the spark of all Of righteousness, the to the road of perfection Who gives you all and ask more of you The faithful companion that fights war with you
Before the mortal of the prehistorical, historical He's the all and all, you for the oracle A impossible, purely philosophical But you Him on your death bed when you layin' in the hospital
And as you all day like the grasshopper who work and toil Like armies of ants carryin' of soil Building a home for themselves and food At night we Allah and adore the moon
In sync like the flow of the Nile, the growth of a Only fearin' God, we greet a with a smile That which is is spirit, which is flesh is flesh life has no partnership with death
Yo, I've been highly by those who met us had ears of corn and heads of lettuce Mentally dead, essentially lead by the teachings And eventually pledge their
To that which was them and exempt them from the truth Then juiced them and pimped to give an entice So the church could while their babies home hungry Covered with flies, tryin' to harness the
Allah's the Father from and within On Christ return, who announce Him? Every tree is but who can count them? The name of all things on this world, who can pronounce is the Father of all, why do you doubt Him?
The is the general, the eyes are the scouts The fists are the arrows, the is the bow All movements to be manual The wrist be strong and the fingers powerful Fast kicks, a good firm stance the enemy's strong points