| This is the gallant crew that rolled the big super fort
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| Which carried the first atomic bomb to Japan
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| Piloted by Colonel Paul Tibbets Jr. of Miami
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| Carrying Navy Captain William Parsons of Chicago
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| Who helped design the bomb, as observer
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| And Major Thomas Ferebee of Mocksville, North Carolina
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| Who pulled the plug on Hiroshima
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| The B-29 dropped its load of atomic death
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| Which exploded with a force equal to 20,000 tons of TNT
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| Bismillah (Bismillah)
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| Bismillah (Bismillah)
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| (A'oodhu Billaahi) A’oodhu Billaahi min al-Shaytaan ir-rajeem
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| Bismillah (Bismillah)
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| Ashadu an lâ ilâha illa-llâhWa
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| Ashadu anna Muhammad rasûl allâh
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| The son of slaves, true, I started out as a peasant (Uh-uh)
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| That’s why I build my temple like Solomon in the desert (Uh-uh)
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| The Lord is my rock, I speed dial through salat
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| My trials in the fiery crucible made me hot
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| I glow like embers of coal, born with a touch of gold
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| My mathematical theology of rhymin' a touch the soul
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| I spent many nights bent off Woodford
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| Clutchin' the bowl, stuffin' my nose
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| Some of the cons, I suffered for prose
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| My poetry’s livin' like the God that I fall back on
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| And all praises due to Allah for such a illustrious platform
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| The teachings of the Honorable Elijah Muhammad’s my backbone
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| When I spit, the children on the mothership bow on a platform
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| The true history of Jesus comin' to age
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| I wore a ski mask and glove to the masquerade
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| Uh, I got the Roc on my shoulder (It's the Roc)
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| Somebody should’ve told you, I’m a motherfuckin' universal soldier
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| Back when Emory Jones was catchin' the fed' charge
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| I knew less about Chessimar
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| All about Pablo Escobar
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| Thinkin' I was the last one Allah would lay his blessings on
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| I was trying not to end up like Tony in the restaurant
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| Now I’m the general of the geechie army
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| What don’t kill us make us stronger, that’s Nietzsche on me
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| Hot boy like I’m B.G., that Fiji on me
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| We done ducked them fed' charges, now we eatin' confit
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| Le fric, c’est chic
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| That guilt trip ain’t gon' work, don’t put your luggage on we
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| You ain’t keep the same energy for the du Pont’s and Carnegie’s
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| We was in your cotton fields, now we sittin' on Bs, on me
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| Save my soul
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| Save me from myself
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| Save my soul |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Universal Soldier , by - Jay Electronica. Song from the album A Written Testimony, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп