Universal Soldier

歌詞

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) (Aloodhu Billaahi) Aloodhu 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