Turn your nights over Egypt into a night in Tunisia
Gift of God word to my first born daughter named Adia
Sanaa meaning art, the language be Swahili
Hieroglyphics be the chart, a cross between Art Farmer
And Mozart, my arts and crafts
You'll scratch and sniff on the mic I'm passing gas on blast
Now catch a whiff of the stank and funk banging out the trunk
Ride the track so hard your train of thought and brain will get debunked
And derailed at the same time, prepared it's game time
Air Jordan in the prime, we stay fly, while lames simply lack in hang time
I'm blacker than them gang signs
Around your block or your deck
We in the deck of Radio Raheem's boombox
Talking "Fight the Power" boom, the knock might devour
And your mind will take flight
But won't land for 5 hours, I'm solar powered
With a flow that's water fueled
Peep my name in the Bible rite beside Bartholomew
Control molecules, splitting atoms, backpack rap, joe we causing back spasms
Easrgams, astral traveling till the beat's orgasmic
So if u cum when u hear it that's how Rashid had planned it...
We raising music standards
On a stairway to heaven where angels understand it
When they say the Star Spangled Banner I'm one that's not standing
During times of Sodom and Gomorrah we got the camera panning going...
Left, right, left (Feel the uppercut and jab)
Catch yo breath (Sometimes life can be a drag)
Won't step and fetch (Sambos left in the past)
We on that Etch and Sketch (We'll have you shook from our pad)
You feel my Guitar Strang, Feel my Guitar Strangs
(Lang E Lang)
You Feel my Guitar Strang
Race got the sole advantage, selling soul organic
Hey got more soul than James Brown standing
In platform shoes, playing Delta Blues
On the Bible Belt or the Chitlin Circuit
Man a nigga can work it, these new niggas is worthless
Barely scratching the surface, and we deeply rooted
In soul music, done sold music, sold out of music
In front of sellout crowds, but not a sellout
I'm all souled out like Pete Rock and CL are
You roll out, let the beat knock out your XLR
Like a Harris Publication we Xtra Xtra Large
Plus King Like Don or a Russian Czar
Feel the Blood Rush your Heart, then rush the bar
You wanna hush Race cuz I talk about niggas like Rush Limbaugh
Hey get your bars up like they in prison
Lifting weights getting buffed and brawn
What these busters on?
Who stole the soul?
With the promise of gold
It ain't worth its weight man check the Dow jones
Now on
(And we going)
Left, right, left (Feel the uppercut and jab)
Catch yo breath (Sometimes life can be a drag)
Won't step and fetch (Sambos left in the past)
We on that Etch and Sketch (We'll have you shook from our pad)
You feel my Guitar Strang
(Swang-a-lang lang-a-lang)
Feel my Guitar Strangs
(Strang-a-lang lang-a-lang)
You Feel my Guitar Strang
Yeah, yeah
Niggas steady leaving out, had to air the demons out
Let the odd even out, my voice speaking out
A little more loud and clear, sort of like I'm screaming now
Made me turn hot headed, turned red and heated now
You never understand the rage 'til you see it face to face
Niggas on that girl shit and wanna make you catch a case
Running to the police, don't make that mistake
Reach out and catch a fake, no I never hesitate
Took him down underground now it's time to elevate
To the next level, together or separate
Don't make me regulate, make your soul levitate
Fucking with a heavyweight and your weight featherweight
Don't try to guess-timate, Hadee never fake
And don't take it for granted, thank God for heaven sake
Cause a surprise like a blessing in disguise
Never let it ride, hypnotise with design
Going
Left, right, left (Fthe uppercut and jab)
Catch yo breath (Sometimes life can be a drag)
Won't Step and Fetch (Sambos left in the past)
We on that Etch and Sketch (We'll have you shook from our pad)
You feel my Guitar Strang
Feel my Guitar Strangs
Feel my Guitar Strangs