Akon (akon) This is the ultimate journey of your life Where the weak die and the strong survive Prepare to suffer 40 days and 40 nights Strap on your boots because you got a long hike Just another journey, another journey into time

Y'all niggas ain't U.L.T. (Ultimate) In the night time, keep me out of sight, it's the poltergeist When I'm ghost, I'mma cut the line, now you outta mind This is the wrath of Aquarius I am the black metal terrorist, ain't no comparison Humanitarian,

You and me will all go down in history, With a sad Statue of Liberty, And a Generation that didn't agree. Eloquence belongs, To the conqueror. Romances evolving in the absolute. The ultimate sacrifice. Justified Candy! Brandy for the nerves,

Gonna grab the yellow pages To dress me up and make me look like someone else instead It's time for my rehearsal, the ultimate reversal You see, I've got a plan I'm coming back as a man Find a Davinci of the threads I live on the edge And something has

Gonna grab the yellow pages To dress me up and make me look like someone else instead It's time for my rehearsal, the ultimate reversal You see, I've got a plan I'm coming back as a man Find a Davinci of the threads I live on the edge And something has

Symbolical and mystical Between life and death we're torn A constant struggle Like an apocrypha Nobody can be certain A thousand days, spent in hell The ultimate sacrifice Your voyage starts With a question mark

The evolution is coming! Does it feel like we've never been alive? Does it seem like it's only just begun? A revolution has begun! (It has begun!) A revolution has, yeah! A revolution has begun today for me inside The ultimate defense is to pretend

Far, far from the fame, far away from the fame But we still remember your name, Karel Janoušek! We mourn the day that you died So be our guide, Czechoslovakia's pride Home, siblings sent to their death His wife paid the ultimate price Still, as the war

I am the one, don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street Under the sun, the bastard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family By any means, your enemies, my enemies We wet them up like a canteen The yellow tape surrounds

I am the one, don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street Under the sun, the bastard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family By any means, your enemies my enemies We wet them up like a canteen The yellow tape surrounds