This is the gallant crew that rolled the big super fort Which carried the first atomic bomb to Japan Piloted by Colonel Paul Tibbets Jr. of Miami Carrying Navy Captain William Parsons of Chicago Who helped design the bomb, as observer And Major Thomas Ferebee of Mocksville, North Carolina Who pulled the plug on Hiroshima The B-29 dropped its load of atomic death Which exploded with a force equal to 20,000 tons of TNT بِسمِلَّه بِسمِلَّه اءذُ بِلَّّهِ مِن الشَيتَاً ِالرَّجم بِسمِلَّه اشَدُ اً لا ِلاهَ ِلّّ;للاهوَ اشَدُ انَ مُهَمَّد رَسُول اللِّه The son of slaves, true, I started out as peasant (Uh-uh) That's why I build my temple like Solomon in the desert (Uh-uh) The Lord is my rock, I speed dial through salah My trials in the fire, The Crucible made me hot I glow like embers of cold born with a touch of gold My mathematical theology of rhymin'll touch the soul I spent many nights bent off woods Clutchin' the bowl, stuffin' my nose Some of the cons, I suffer from prose My poetry's livin' like the God that I fall back on And all praises due to Allah for such a lustrious platform The teachers of the Abu, Elijah, Muhammad's my backbone When I spit the children on the mothership, bow on a platform The true history of Jesus comin' to age I wore a ski mask and glove to the masquerade Uh, I got the Roc on my shoulder (It's the Roc) Somebody should've told ya, I'm a motherfuckin' universal soldier Back when Emory Jones was catchin' the fed' charge I knew less about Chesimard All about Pablo Escobar Thinkin' I was the last one Allah would lay his blessings on I was trying not to end up like Tony in the restaurant Now I'm the General of the geechie army What don't kill us make us stronger, that's Nietzsche on me Hot boy like I'm B.G., that Fiji on me We done ducked them fed' charges, now we eatin' comfy Le fric, c'est chic That guilt trip ain't gon' work, don't put your luggage on we You ain't keep the same energy for the du Pont's and Carnegie's We was in your cotton fields, now we sippin' on these, only Save my soul Save me from myself Save my soul

Do I see you coming home Coming home to me Could it be you that I see Coming home to me From your day by the sea Do I see your buckets full Buckets full of shells Could it be you that I see Buckets full of shells From your day by the sea Do I see you weary weave Weary weave your way Could it be you that I see Weary weave your way From your day by the sea