"The Traveller" genre: Alternative Hip Hop
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	Life is short. Be a traveller in this world and prepare for the next...
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	Story Behind the Song One who has become mad with ALLAH... Lyrics Begin on the path, as I'm cast to the Earth with my birth let' start the first verse, then expand throughout the universe Billions of cells combine in physical time as i go deeper in rhyme into the mind of the sublime Blind but I find that the path to divine is a fine line and the reason that I shine My rhyme designed for the physical plane, feel the pain as I enter your brain, you go insane Your synapse colaapse, this voyage is real fast, life is a blur so make sure it's the right path Outlast and outcast any material devil, let's travel on a spiritual level So my, my dhikr gets quicker, chants rants and raves, the verse of the Throne, I'm lost in the waves I am annihilated, you might debate it but the places I've been my man are understated Waited and waited, it's time to move on, but this beat you're going to groove on Prostrate will put me into this state, Allah is One make no mistake The deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper I go, smooth, that's how I flow To let ya know stay in control and follow the sunnah, my man forget the dunya Cuz it won't do jack black, except hold your ass back Revolution a solution for the mind, Evolution states of space and time All praises due from an ignorant babbler Call me the Traveller Caravan moves on and so I'm gone, give my salaams and I'm out by the break of dawn I move, move I keep on moving, I never say never and I like only one type of weather Hot desert sand on my path, Sun beats down it makes it hard to fast So Gracious is my Lord but most will never know, how could you sell your soul?, I don't know I can't imagine To be so ungrateful the thought is just so hateful, so I slay'em and I lay'em to waste Your journey is at end and now your Lord you have to face Dimension convincing submission, so listen and under no condition will I and I stop So let the bass drop, like your ass cast to hell, you rebel but every single atom and cell in a shell are compelled to admit That to Allah the Lord of the worlds they submit So I line to the right with the righteous and maybe I might just Brush the dust from all the roads travelled, think of all the words babbled, and as a muslim how I'm hassled Not a vassal with a castle but a slave from cradle to grave, rant and rave and broke the hell out from the cave Cuz it's the Mind, transcending time, that wrote this funky rhyme and drinks the wine of the ecstatic Whirling and whirling desiring only the face of my Lord, reassured with His word of the Supreme achievement Envision a journey that's mental Across this momentary reflection of His Oneness And then you'll understand why the call me The Traveller

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