Mysterious Wayz - Zion I

I first met her on a train, doing her thing

From the Mediterrane, with American slang

She was rocking three fourths of gear, had to steer

How she ran in your ear underneath the sheer

Where you grind?

What’s your destination?

had to ask

She took out a flask, took a sip and then passed

Took a weird smell like hot biscuits plus weed

Said she going to the place where the East and West meet

Do you speak Arabic?

What do you eat?

Do you smoke BB’s?

Do you gas in the street?

Said she’s traveling, she spreading the word of Allah

She left to meditate and do her mantra

Prayers with a, beads indeed

Said she always felt high, never needed weed

As she gazed into my eye started falling deep

Who’s this exotic looking lady sitting next to me?

She from a land of sand: Iraq, Iran

Holy temples, Muslim and Christian

Like Isis,, Min or Set

Mysterious lady that I can’t forget

She from a land of sand, where pyramids dwell

And angels blow their breath through seashells

Like Isis,, Min or Set

Mysterious lady that I can’t forget

She in her seat and she massaged her feet

With her other hand off the Cali heat

Start remembering

And I’m sitting next to her like oh my god

What a beautiful creature, yes you’ve been blessed

In hella aspects, I like how you dress

Hanged onto my game, the subject changed

She turned the other way and started hollering names

She said «Hare Krishna, Hare Rama»

With my wig pushed back I’m like what’s going on

Did I come so strong or oh so weak?

Then I peeped back at her and she started to speak

She said: «Thanks for the compliment, I admit that I get kinda shy

When you look in my eye»

It’s cool I ain’t tripping, whole time slipping

Deeper in the bliss, she got me transfixed

Like I’m locked into her, my thoughts get purer

I moved a little bit to get close to her

Seemed like I knew her from another time

Everything gets slower as my mind reclined

She from a land of sand: Iraq, Iran

Holy temples, Muslim and Christian

Like Isis,, Min or Set

Mysterious lady that I can’t forget

She from a land of sand, where pyramids dwell

And angels blow their breath through seashells

Like Isis,, Min or Set

Mysterious lady that I can’t

«My broken heart is»

«From another land»

She don’t rock, she don’t rock no ice

She just rocks that her world makes her Indian spice

Got the aura in my nostrils, I’m so close

I’m intoxicated like I caught the holy ghost

When we approaching my, feeling my stomach drop

When we reach the train drop look at the clock

It says 7:07, man it’s time to swerve

Should I get the mathematics, then I get my nerve

Up in, this is, got decisions to make

Turned around to holler at her but I’m already late

She’s staring at me from the window with her eyes half closed

I shiver peace to the East, she already knows

The train roller was slow, I keep looking back

To my mystical lady out there way on the track

She from a land of sand: Iraq, Iran

Holy temples, Muslim and Christian

Like Isis,, Min or Set

Mysterious lady that I can’t forget

She from a land of sand, where pyramids dwell

And angels blow their breath through seashells

Like Isis,, Min or Set

Mysterious lady that I can’t forget