Light Years Lyrics - Jay Electronica

[Intro: MF DOOM] 

Ash Hadu Allah Ilaha Illallah 

Wahdahu La Sharika Lahu by far 

Rock rock y'all, between the tick tock y'all 

[Verse 1: Jay Electronica] 

I came out the Magnolia like the beetle 

The genie of the incense smoke 

From the church steeple, mixed with the prayers of the people 

Pollination Subhana wa Ta'ala Nation 

Global recalibration 

Roc Nation causing shock waves in the basement 

Seven thousand kilohertz 

With every verse I heal the earth 

With every line I drop the tears of man into a cloud 

In a fine mist until it bursts and rain from the brain 

Snowflakes for the pain 

The flow is just so insane, we wondering why you came 

Here's a jewel son, be yourself 

Quit looking like someone else 

Get your dignity off the shelf 

The true jedi code is stealth stay in tune with whatever else 

The asiatic galactic master of the atlas 

Author of mathematics civilized the savage 

Terrorize the clerics 

Big black chief like Robert Parish 

I broke the deputy neck while Metal Face shot the sheriff 

Soul rebel in the deadly bout with the devil 

Conquering every level 

The best part is where I settle 

Spread love through every ghetto, plus suburbia 

Me over the track is a acquisition, a merger couldn't be any further 

Woke the game up into a fervor, then disappeared like the burglar 

The style you never heard of the very premise is murder 

But sweeter than a Werthers 

Roam the Earth like Bedouins and Berbers 

The great ancient goat herder, emerging through your server 

[Interlude: MF DOOM] 

Ash Hadu Allah Ilaha Illallah, Wa Dahu La Sharika Lahu by far 

Rock rock y'all, between the tick tock y'all 

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[Verse 2: MF DOOM] 

DOOM out the vortex to your neocortex 

Your guess who spit the rawness is good as gore-tex 

Metal Face turtleneck vest, built to support bras 

Standard issue for broads, carbon like a sports car 

Anybody ask— he retired 

Tried to hold the villain to task— he was fired 

Fired up, his own boss on strike 

Accused of using hot pepper sauce on the mic (get) 

Tossed on a spike or cross if you like 

So be cautious, leave 'em nauseous as pork sausages 

Salami and some bacon, some bacon and some ham 

Plans get mistaken for a scam, ah damn fam 

Bless the child who hold his own, none could master respect 

Soundwave transform like Rumble rapture eject 

It's more secret than Al Gore's wallet 

Or Val Thor's comet 

Or style wars, bomb it 

Or that gal of yours armpit, darn it 

Wa Dahu La Shareika Lahu 

I promise 

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