Universal (ALLAH)

[Hook: GZA] [x2]

Universal, biochemical

Arm, leg, leg, arm, head is my physical

I keep rhyming till it's unbearable

No individual is comparable

[Verse 1: Bomshot]

Prepare for the second-coming

Soldiers drumming, the wicked's coming

Final hour

Watchtowers armed with holy gunmen

We skilled marksmen: pierce hearts of steel targets

Still marching, kill martyrs with God's sergeants

The ill squadron peel shots

You can't seizure us

The holy ghost, leaving kids fatherless like Jesus

We true saviours, slaying the crusaders

Christians use lies to enslave us; the Jews fucking hate us

My rhymes are sharp arrows

Prevail blasting with force

Go against the God, I'll nail your ass to the cross

I drink the blood of Jesus and piss out holy water

Approach the alter and sacrifice your only daughter

Who in their right mind would ever test Allah

When we be blowing up spots like Hezbollah?

Conquer your kingdom, I'll kick your crown in the mud

Torture you until you get drowned in your own blood

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Jus Allah]

The power that I hold in my hand could fold a frying pan

The Arab sand do as I command

And if I want the night to last across the sky mass

The clouds won't even allow light to pass

My group leave alien loops inside graphs

Blow trees, Dutchmas, flutes of brass

A must-have, like my dagger and cloak

And red streaks of blood on my white lab coat

A virgin first woke to give her her first poke

She crept over to my crib after church broke

Since we ain't spoke, but I hit it dumb ways

The unsaved, some days I don't bathe

Unphased by the light: the scorching flame

Tears form from the ice dripping off your brain

Even if you cry, it won't soften the pain

Your heart is dead: go and get your coffin framed, nigga

[Hook]

[Outro: GZA]

One by one; who you calling your troops on?

Couldn't even bust a grape with spike boots on

Biters are crooks that steal the stage

I read 'em like books, flip 'em and turn the page

Be the GZA; you're living in deep fear

Go home and write and come back in the leap year

Sack of shit, you'll be feeling the truth

'cause you didn't know the scoop on the GZA