Found lyrics.  Still not sure what all they're talking about.

[Verse 1: LL Cool J]
Knowledge and wisdom bring understanding
For the culture, bringing freedom to the planet
The power to refine how we planned it
Bring equality to God's economy
Build the truth, destroy in the booth
What I was born to do, decipher for you
Hey, Allah, what you wanna be when you're born?
What you really need to see is yourself in divine form
For the sake of equality, I'm fathering the song
Spirit of God, bring he and her along
They mistreat Islam, no justice performed
'Til I'm crowned king, love, hell, right or wrong
Thе master, dominate the stagеs I'm on right now
And it won't end when I'm gone
Control the cypher, I got the power, bring it on
Watch ya queen get snatched like a pawn
Slicker than a ruler, the savior is born
Tell you the truth, you're square, your style's all wrong
You ain't understanding the universe
Some say they want the victory but don't wanna rehearse
Gotta work with the wisdom if you want it to work
We don't fear the unknown, staying in the zone
Ask, "Why?" I reply, "To each his own"
Roll a Zig-Zag zig 'cause the God came home, let's go

[Chorus: Q-Tip]
Praise him all you can
All woman and man
Praise him with your heart
Praise him with your mind
Praise him everyone, all of humankind
Praise him, praise him, praise him
Praise him, praise him, praise him
Praise him, praise him, praise him

[Bridge: Nas]
Peace to all, peace to y'all
Peace to all, peace to y'all

[Verse 2: Nas]
Fly women and gentlemen
I gotta say, iconic is the sentiment
Definitive, blending smooth and menacing is him again
Bally shoe with the velour, yeah, that's the fit again
In prison, they be listening
I get 'em through they sentences
He whistle through his solid gold, gold teeth
His fists all metal, tapping a cold beat
That sound made me, I'm wild wavy
My style pay me since junior high school with Craig G
I grew to be established
Having a stash and once was banned from every club from Queens to Staten
Now in the Zoom meetings sipping Veuve Clicq' and
Eating, reminiscing when I got my new sheepskin
Was goon season, it started in the Project Park
1985, '86 with the Clarks
With the gum sole, them young boys, they brung noise
And jumped off, you soft outside fresh, a dumb choice
Bum rushed, gun bust
Over Cazal glasses, they got that ass whipped
I first heard "I Need a Beat"
I got on the train, last stop on the F and E
Jamaica bound, hopped in a dollar van to Farmers
Just to see where the God they called Todd lives
They say you raised up some hood toddlers
Now we connect more knowledge and more dollars, peace

 Spalted wrote:

Use yer skip button, mutton.

 Spalted wrote:
Well, cr uh ap, 1) not yours to say, "Just don't do it here." It's not Radio Spalted.  Just sayin'.  2) you might try listening a bit more, you could learn a thing or two about the sounds and words with which others express themselves, as I have on multiple occasions, although on just as many or more occasions, I have 3) jabbed the psd or the equivalent wherever I am,  to turn away and turn it off.
 
See, it's simple.  Choice is voice, and use yours more wisely and for your own self. 

Okay, that's unexpected.
A bit too much.

 hayleykgrant wrote:
I upped my rating +1 when that part kicked in - killer

Is it about me?

Why not all free?

Wow. I gotta pee.

Free or a fee?

Lisa or Lee?

Stung by a bee.

She or a he?

Dat's a Zebree. 


Look ma...I wrote a rap song!  
Now where is my %$@^&*(!!  mutha f*** check ?
 

the transition in the last minute of the song is wild 

 Spalted wrote:
Well, in case you haven’t figured it out yet, this sound is all around us, it is part of our world. That makes it just dandy for the Main Mix. 
Get used to it. Check your reality. 

Please just stop with the cr uh rap.  Make a different stream if this is what you want to do.  Just don't do it here.

Nooooooooooooooo don't go there.