In the name of the One
Praise got raised in the rays of the sun
Doing their thing, they banged on the drum
Trying to reclaim where you came, where you from
A poet is born, he isn't made
(Your) outpouring of hate
(Is) 'cause you know you'll never break
What you didn't create
Can't imitate a clone in its place
Fools' gold only safe until they open the safe-
Just a token, a taste
A sparkle in the dark to make it luminous
A dab of truth'll do ya
Spit a clue in the clutch
The duel in the dunya
For the jewels you can clutch
Till the truth come and blew it to dust
In the name of the One
Praise got raised in the rays of the sun
Doing their thing, they banged on the drum
Trying to reclaim where you came, where you from
