Universal Language [Chronicles 101:The Wisdom of Testimonies - The Kassette Bu Jahaso Vol 1 ] [Verse 1] It all started a little, before the days of extra touch Nah a little further back, before tv was a sport Maybe when Radio One, held that number one spot Can’t really replay it all, but school was my hustle then And these levels a manifestation Of answers, never asked for? And many unanswered questions. Like the times brothers, started repping crews and yards Or the times some brothers, tried to come up with a cause But they must’ve cut they coat, bigger than they cloth Tried to blame it on these city locs, like villages But just like Braille kinda saw thru the shades of grey Nerves to say I was biting styles, cuz I flipped a set of rhymes But I was in my prime, spitting like ... with a moda That woud’ve bust - unlike lip - service [starr ] blowing on a spliff, like I came from the east, Hardly acting like I was on the wild west on these blocks [went by the name of ‘seek’] [Chorus] There are many languages, yet none is without meaning. This is a Universal Language, rhyme and reason There are many languages, yet none is without meaning. This is a Universal language but what is it really saying There are many languages, yet none is without meaning. This is a Universal Language, but is it anything? Like the tower of Babel..Cuz mein as soon as I say it. You know or you don’t know what i’m saying. [Verse 2] By 98 the word was Hip hop in France Was going through evolution, the golden age Arsenik, Lunatik, see most of the immigrants Came from North Africa, and Afrique de l’ouest. About the same time, Seek and Majin This England slash France meets central and the west Africa, dropping compositions even college kids Up in France, appreciated, none of us was, Always grown with the craft, but put in work, just like Nobody becomes without going through a becoming Like Wizzy when he was in cash money humming This is Big Wiz, wondering when that cash money coming Ghetto noir days no royalties ever came in Though we made it to Mtv, 2000 and something With the brethren Smoke doc, all African revolution, Till this day brothers going round and round with this becoming. [Chorus] [Verse 3] I even seen my own fam tell me I was going to flop That I wasn’t consistent enough, to take it to the top But I seen Kings chosen, because of they hearts Not because of their good looks or their sweet talks Mein you must be the only one that is able to walk Through the valleys of the shadow’s of death, without your heart Beating hard, [Man] Do you have the mind of a God Or could it be that you have, the mind of the God But I’ll tell you like I told who, God is you Ye are gods, but you will never be God Wretched and redeemable, I am likely to par You with on top of whoever, it is that you think you are Fire with your tongue, you are likely to start when you talk But right before you self destruct, need man replay it all Since the day of the fall, like the day I headed to talk my way out the gutter With this gift given to I and yours?