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[Elijah Muhammad:]
If one would hold up such truth as the truth of God to the people, I do think that he's within his rights to stay out of the sight of the people until he has won everything to himself, as the Bible refers to it like this: that he's something like a king looking for a kingdom. And that he go, and he visits the people, and then he leaves the people, and goes away and waits till the time when that he can seclude again. Then he returns to the people that he had made himself, uh – manifest. So I think that's a pretty good answer.

[Frank Morgan as Professor Marvel:]
Well, I can't do anything without consulting my crystal first. Let's go inside here, just come along, I'll show you. That's right. Here. Sit down right here. That's it. This, this is the same genuine, magic, authentic crystal used by the priest of Isis and Osiris in the days of the pharaohs in Egypt. In which, Cleopatra first saw the approach of Julius Caesar and Mark Antony and so on, and so on. Now you better close your eyes, my child, for a moment in order to be better in tune with the infinite

[Jay Electronica:]
It's frustratin when you just can't express yourself,
And it's hard to trust enough to undress yourself,
To stand exposed and naked, in a world full of hatred
Where the sick thoughts of mankind control all the sacred.
I pause, take a step back, record all the setbacks,
Fast forward towards the stars in a jetpack,
My feet might fail me, my heart might ail me,
The synagogues of Satan might accuse or jail me,
Strip, crown, nail me, brimstone hail me,
They might defeat the flesh but they could never ever kill me,
They might can feel the music but could never ever feel me.
To the lawyers, to the sheriffs, to the judges,
To the debt holders and the law makers,
Fuck you! Sue me, bill me,
That name on that birth certificate, that ain't the real me,
The lies can't conceal me,
The sun rise, and the moon tides, and the sky's gon' reveal me,
My brain pours water out my tear ducts to heal me,
My Lord's too beneficent.
The message grab a hold to every ear it get whispered in,
The waters in the bayous of New Orleans still glistenin,
The universe is listenin, be careful what you say in it,
My grandma told me every bed a nigga make, he lay in it,
The church, you go to pray in it, the work is on the outside,
Starin out the windows is for love songs and house flies.

[LaTonya Givens:]
I've got something to say,
I've got something to say.
Yesterday, yesterday is gone,
Tomorrow, tomorrow is on the way,
You don't have time to waste,
Gotta get it right.
Yesterday, yesterday is gone,
Tomorrow, tomorrow is on the way,
You don't have time to waste,
Gotta get it right.
Yesterday, yesterday is gone,
Tomorrow, tomorrow is on the way,
You don't have time to waste,
Gotta get it right.

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