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 SwahiliHieroglyphics 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