[Intro - Turtles Can Fly (translated from Kurdish)]

He hasn't walked on a mine, who said that?

Stay where you are, don't move!

How long has he been there? (Since morning, Satellite)

Don't move! Don't move!

Are you talking to me?

Yes! If you move, you'll die

Please don't move! I'll come over to you (What?)

There are mines all around you

What? I shouldn't move? Are there mines here?

Has anybody gone to get his brother? (Yes!)

Don't move! I'll come over to you, everyone quiet!

[Verse 1]

Voodoo man, chicken bone, chicken bone

I can make a thunderstorm from a light rain

My ears start ringing, my nose get bloody

I feel a little bit of pressure on my right brain

Intermission transmission put me in submission

Glistening trapped in the light prison whistling

The Christ told me, "Come closer to the light, man"

I went blind, woke up in front of a mic stand

[Verse 2]

Voodoo man, tap dancing in the French Quarter

Walking on water with a scroll in my hand

The blueprints for a disc shaped-like vessel

That was chiseled out of metal off the coast of Japan

Fasting on the top of a mountain out in Tepoztlán

Saw a shiny object floating out of the ocean

I'm sort of like a postman

You can get the message if you want to understand

From the rap Son of Man

[Interlude]

On November 7th, saw this disc-shaped object

Floating above the sea concourse of the United Airlines at O'Hare

Very low in the sky, it was still daylight, very distinct

Didn't look like an airplane, a helicopter, or anything else

[Verse 3]

Voodoo man, civilize the savage

Criticize the parish, spreading false doctrine

Terrorize the cleric for carrying on nonsense

Specialized lies to paralyze the conscience

Voodoo man, chit chatter abracadabra

Spitting out matter while I'm shitting out data

Mmm, chew 'em up, shitting out rappers

Sipping Pellegrino while I'm giving out matches

Set yourself on fire

Let the wisdom of Elijah purify ya, take a nigga higher

Sold your soul to the highest buyer

Now you're on the wire talking about two-foot tires

Saying you sell crack, clapping at cats with MACs

But you a liar, pants on fire

Same old rugged cross, different crucified messiah