Текст песни: Divine Dreams + перевод

In Oakland Hills. The Owner of the Golden Skill

Fetch fire out of stone with the stroke of steel-1

Spit fire in the phones and the mic collects it/

Once it hits the wire, the words electric-2

Call it Heat. You recognize the properties of Fire

I shine the light that gave birth to desire-3

And through this, I often sacrifice a rappers life/

The fake get trapped in the studio and tied to the stake!!-4

I’m an elementary element. Eloquent vehiculum of Thee Esteem Elohim-5

I’ve been invited to the most gracious places/

I’ve witnessed the greatness of various races-6

I’ve learned to be evasive of evils that chase us/

Identified by features in the Pharaohs faces-7

Son of the creator, cause yes im creative, hold of evil spirits with the tongue

of the native-8

The ancient story teller said «Give'm a while!!» I got my legs crossed.

Sitting Indian Style.-8

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