Worthy

I Might Just Fly Away

I Might Just Fly Away

I Might Just Float Away

And I Don’t Think I’ll Come Back This Day

We’re Worthy Of Love

The Most High Conceived Of Us And Breathed In Us

You Know The Duty Of The Dunya Is To Beat Us Up

And So The Champ Keep Swinging

The Adhan Keeps Ringing Listen

Can’t Wrap Arms Around The Limitless

Or Thoughts Around The Infinite

Only Hope Is To Swim In It

Float Drown Or Sink In It

Converse With The Beneficent

To Satisfy A Thirst That’ll Never Quench

Reverse The Emptiness With Tenderness

Can’t Revert To Innocence

But The Cursed Can Get Deliverance

Sure Every Sinner Gets A Future

Every Saint Has A Past

Every Garden In The Dunya Got A Snake In That Grass

Every Round Soft Booty’s Still A Pain In The Ass

And Every Smooth Cool Dude Can Be Insane Under Wraps

Ain’t No Escaping The Math

Things Are Known By Their Opposites

The Context Isn’t Always Obvious

I Had Tossed A Bottle In The Bosphorus

With Hand-Written Documents

With My Hypothesis Scribed Inside Of It

Traveled 'round the Continents

Seas And The Nautical Environments

To Reach The One That Receives The Bars I Spit

All It Is Is

We’re Worthy Of Love

The Most High Conceived Of Us And Breathed In Us

You Know The Duty Of The Dunya Is To Beat Us Up

And So The Champ Keep Swinging

The Adhan Keeps Ringing Listen

The Mass Religion Of The Algorithm

Help You Manicure Your Image

Right Down To Your Mannerisms

Call It Capitalism Or A Caste System

It's A Barrel With A Harem Full Of Cash-Driven Crabs In It

I Don’t Chase The Bag Dagnabbit I'm In It

Not Last-Minute I Been It

Ask My Ancestors Quit It

My Kraft Is Authentically Mastered It Isn’t Instant

You Can't Sprinkle It Out Of A Package And Get To Whisking

It's Seasoned By The Seasons Of Marinade I Drenched It

The Care That I Exhibit Is The Flavor That You're Sipping Listen

I Might Just Fly Away

I Might Just Fly Away

I Might Just Float Away

And I Don’t Think I’ll Come Back This Day

We’re Worthy Of Love

The Most High Conceived Of Us And Breathed In Us

You Know The Duty Of The Dunya Is To Beat Us Up

And So The Champ Keep Swinging

The Adhan Keeps Ringing Listen