| Song | Dawn in Luxor |
| Artist | Shabazz Palaces |
| Album | Lese Majesty |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Focus | |
| The light hath names | |
| Just like the heavens and the stars | |
| Reclaim us | |
| To ? along the spaceways | |
| Yeah that they blast | |
| Languages of dances | |
| The whips whip up fast to slice the air it’s flashy | |
| Gilded pharaohs, they’re moving when I’m strapped up | |
| With our chains | |
| And our wings | |
| With our queens | |
| From out the water’s wall | |
| From luxor to heavens in the sprawl | |
| See the wings clash against the glistening purple clips | |
| Eurhythmic, a phasing shift | |
| The ships that came from Kush | |
| Now they're aimed on a collision | |
| ??? with this image being witnessed | |
| ???? decisions | |
| That’s the conflict of the uninventive | |
| But at protect and exalt we keep up in it till its finished | |
| Meet us there | |
| We throwing cocktails at the Führer | |
| Blackness is abstracted and protracted by the purest | |
| Modernists Cubists or Surrealists | |
| To sleep they couldn’t lull us so we synthesise our realest one | |
| [Killers. You put them.] | |
| The HQ so lusciously appointed, it's a crime | |
| Forego the conclusions just to find ourself inside | |
| Hear sounds pour like golden licks of time | |
| With satellites important cause of ??? design | |
| A fate swift touching simply sonic wealth | |
| A lesser rapper musketeer been lying to himself | |
| Complying to his master’s signs | |
| A burden’s lifted that bitch shit is never here ??? | |
| At protect & exalt | |
| Sent at you miscreants | |
| Death, that’s my final sentence | |
| Glitter | |
| Glitter | |
| Glitter | |
| Glitter | |
| GIitter and gold, there’ll always be a difference | |
| This that protect & exalt |
| Focus | |
| The light hath names | |
| Just like the heavens and the stars | |
| Reclaim us | |
| To ? along the spaceways | |
| Yeah that they blast | |
| Languages of dances | |
| The whips whip up fast to slice the air it' s flashy | |
| Gilded pharaohs, they' re moving when I' m strapped up | |
| With our chains | |
| And our wings | |
| With our queens | |
| From out the water' s wall | |
| From luxor to heavens in the sprawl | |
| See the wings clash against the glistening purple clips | |
| Eurhythmic, a phasing shift | |
| The ships that came from Kush | |
| Now they' re aimed on a collision | |
| ??? with this image being witnessed | |
| ???? decisions | |
| That' s the conflict of the uninventive | |
| But at protect and exalt we keep up in it till its finished | |
| Meet us there | |
| We throwing cocktails at the Fü hrer | |
| Blackness is abstracted and protracted by the purest | |
| Modernists Cubists or Surrealists | |
| To sleep they couldn' t lull us so we synthesise our realest one | |
| Killers. You put them. | |
| The HQ so lusciously appointed, it' s a crime | |
| Forego the conclusions just to find ourself inside | |
| Hear sounds pour like golden licks of time | |
| With satellites important cause of ??? design | |
| A fate swift touching simply sonic wealth | |
| A lesser rapper musketeer been lying to himself | |
| Complying to his master' s signs | |
| A burden' s lifted that bitch shit is never here ??? | |
| At protect exalt | |
| Sent at you miscreants | |
| Death, that' s my final sentence | |
| Glitter | |
| Glitter | |
| Glitter | |
| Glitter | |
| GIitter and gold, there' ll always be a difference | |
| This that protect exalt |
| Focus | |
| The light hath names | |
| Just like the heavens and the stars | |
| Reclaim us | |
| To ? along the spaceways | |
| Yeah that they blast | |
| Languages of dances | |
| The whips whip up fast to slice the air it' s flashy | |
| Gilded pharaohs, they' re moving when I' m strapped up | |
| With our chains | |
| And our wings | |
| With our queens | |
| From out the water' s wall | |
| From luxor to heavens in the sprawl | |
| See the wings clash against the glistening purple clips | |
| Eurhythmic, a phasing shift | |
| The ships that came from Kush | |
| Now they' re aimed on a collision | |
| ??? with this image being witnessed | |
| ???? decisions | |
| That' s the conflict of the uninventive | |
| But at protect and exalt we keep up in it till its finished | |
| Meet us there | |
| We throwing cocktails at the Fü hrer | |
| Blackness is abstracted and protracted by the purest | |
| Modernists Cubists or Surrealists | |
| To sleep they couldn' t lull us so we synthesise our realest one | |
| Killers. You put them. | |
| The HQ so lusciously appointed, it' s a crime | |
| Forego the conclusions just to find ourself inside | |
| Hear sounds pour like golden licks of time | |
| With satellites important cause of ??? design | |
| A fate swift touching simply sonic wealth | |
| A lesser rapper musketeer been lying to himself | |
| Complying to his master' s signs | |
| A burden' s lifted that bitch shit is never here ??? | |
| At protect exalt | |
| Sent at you miscreants | |
| Death, that' s my final sentence | |
| Glitter | |
| Glitter | |
| Glitter | |
| Glitter | |
| GIitter and gold, there' ll always be a difference | |
| This that protect exalt |