CHORUS:   From the womb to the tomb    [Earth to dust]    From the earth to the moon   [The woman I trust]    And from the sea to the sky    [I see reflection]    And from the brain through the eye   [Another ???]      From the celtic tribes and highland plains    I hit you with the quickness like bad brains   I ain't blowin' no spikes, no queers, no dykes   Just the pale faced cracker in the high-top nikes    Don't bust 'em mics, you smokin' cannabis    And if it's God, stay off,in the sig I trust   You don't think I'll bust, you don't know my style    I got kids that'll hit ya on the low profile    I've been from 248 to East New York   My earth don't wear swine, I don't eat pork   Put down you silver platter, kid, come check the data   My crew's chalk full of free information    It's G, hide, neck'll be the destination    Glory be to God, one more prostration   The root and foundation of civilization      CHORUS      VERSE:    Divine Styler      CHORUS      VERSE:   Divine Styler      Now if knowledge is the essence of every man    Link 'em up with his wisdom so they understand    No matter who ya be set your culture free   'Cause it's the final hour, time to refine your power    We're all equal, livin' man is God    You can't destroy what I build, 'cause I'm on ???   That's my cipher, my atom is a sphere and a square    'Cause I'm here and I'm there   From the sea to the air      CHORUS