Текст песни: Greatest Story Never Told + перевод

«In 1963, a young minister at Malcolm X’s mosque in New York City

A man named Clarence X, broke with the Nation of Islam

He changed his name to Allah, and took his less astere vision

Of Islam, directly to young people in Harlem

He called his new movement: The Five Percent Nation»

Greatest story never told, Clarence Smith

Clarence 13X, to the Father Allah, let’s go

Aiyo, February 22nd, 1928

Danville, Virginia, it was still the winter

Clarence Smith, he was born on a Friday

The fifth son, of Louis and Mary

After him, came Bernice and Harry

Now that’s seven, six boys, one girl

Who ever thought he would change the world

His mother nicknamed him Put, and simply put

This was the time during Jim Crow

Where laws dictated where a nigga could go

But the fam didn’t care, I don’t wanna be around whitey

I don’t wanna go where I know they don’t like me

In '46, Allah came to Harlem

To join his mother, and his older brothers

Once in New York, Put became pudding

Yeah, the God was smooth

He performed odd jobs, he was an honest dude

Amongst them, fruit stand that he ran

In a little hole in the wall, this was Harlem, ya’ll

Developed a love for gambling

Played a lotta pool, took fools for they jewels

Then he met Willeen, wanted to marry, but she was only seventeen

Needed her mother’s permission, they still had 2 sons, even though she was

bitching

Allah said «I got something for you»

You don’t have don’t have the only daughter, then he married Dora

He had two seeds with her

Clarence and Christine, they were hers

And that’s just the way it was, back in the day

When Allah came up, just the greatest story never told

Greatest story never told

«Hey, hey, now what I say»

In 1950, Clarence joined the army

And went to fight in the Korean war

Seeing war, it had to effect him

Supporting two families, you had to respect him

While he away, Dora became Muslim

N.O.I., Honorable Elijah Muhammed

When Clarence returned, he too accepted

By the teachings of Islam, he was truly effected

Temple Number 7, Minister Malcolm X

This was the time that Allah met Justice

Clarence became Student Minister over time

He said some things that put him over the line

He said the Black Man’s God, not just Fard

Please, let’s go yell it in the yard

But the Nation said no, you gots to go

He took Justice, and some brothers and he left the temple

Back to the streets of Harlem

This time to teach black youth not reached by Muslims

Birth of a Nation, with far reaching implications

1963 is the shit to me, cuz that’s the year that the God made history

Looked himself and said it ain’t no mystery

This the greatest story never told

Allah made, Supreme Mathematics, Supreme Alphabets

A profound way to break it down

He took it to the poor and the hardcore

Young thugs and niggas on drugs

First born student by the name of Kareem

Had the power to attract black knowledge seed

Kareem became Black Messiah

Now let me run the first borns by ya

It was Kareem, Niheem, Uhura, Kiheem

Al Jabar or Prince Allah, Al Jamel, Bilal or Jihad, Akbar, and Al Salaam

They called Allah the Father, they were from broken homes

And this man was the only father they had known

Allah’s Nation of the Five Percenters

Will soon influence the epicentre

Allah got shot, and soon after arrested

Before the judge, Allah contested

You got it wrong, I’m Allah, I tell you

The judge said you crazy, and shipped him to Bellevue

This is the greatest story never told

The greatest story never told

Allah got, sent to Matteawan, First Borns carried on

We could live to wait it, and got situated

In '67, Allah came home, we had our first parliament and see how we had grown

They were thousands of Five Percenters, Allah had to borrow some Muslims

They said «I surrender», 21−22, Seventh Avenue

It was a gift from the mayor, and we still right there

Shamgaudd designed the flag, we put it on the window of the street acad'

In '68, Dr. King was assassinated, many cities got decimated

That night in Harlem, the Gods were out

Helping to keep the peace, 85's wanna wild out

The same year, Allah prepared, his Five Percent Nation for the day he wouldn’t

be here

If I die, I don’t want you cry, if I could, I’ll reach up and slap you in the

eye

Besides, if you keep on teaching, I’ll live forever

But physically, no man lives forever

June 12th, 1969, indelible in the God’s minds

Allah Just took us through the science, of male and female

But we didn’t notice the details

Cuz when he left, he got in the cab

But it wasn’t in Allah’s cab, didn’t observe that

Shortly after, the word came back

That Allah got gunned down, Five Percenters rushed down

To Amlocate Towers, hundred 12th street

In the elevators where the God fell, G

Many Gods were crying, at least one remembered

What Allah said, didn’t let a tear shed

We said fareful at community chapel

As to who killed Allah to this day, we’re baffeled

These funeral posses the firm, clear for his cremation

This is the Nation of his creation

This is the greatest story never told

Greatest story never told

«Allah was assassinated in 1969, that case was never solved

His movement survived him, today it’s known as the Nation of Gods & Earths

Or the Five Percenters, tens of thousands of young black men & women

Follow his teachings, among them, several top performers

Including Busta Rhymes and members of Wu-Tang Clan»