Universal Soldier - Jay Electronica

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 anna Muhammad rasûl allâh

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 salat

My trials in the fiery crucible made me hot

I glow like embers of coal, born with a touch of gold

My mathematical theology of rhymin' a touch the soul

I spent many nights bent off Woodford

Clutchin' the bowl, stuffin' my nose

Some of the cons, I suffered for prose

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

And all praises due to Allah for such a illustrious platform

The teachings 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 motherfuckin' universal soldier

Back when Emory Jones was catchin' the fed' charge

I knew less about Chessimar

All about Pablo Escobar

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

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

Now I’m the general of the geechie army

What don’t kill us make us stronger, that’s Nietzsche on me

Hot boy like I’m B.G., that Fiji on me

We done ducked them fed' charges, now we eatin' confit

Le fric, 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 sittin' on Bs, on me

Save my soul

Save me from myself

Save my soul