Mysterious Wayz Zion I

[Verse 1]
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 pulled out a flask, took a sip and then passed
Took a whiff smell like hibiscus but sweet
Said she going to the place where the East and West meet
Do you speak Arabic? What do you eat?
Do you smoke beedies? Do you dance in the street?
Said she a traveler, she spreading the word of Allah
She left to meditate and do her mantra
Prayers with a Joppa, 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?

[Chorus]
She from a land of sand: Iraq, Iran
Holy temples, Muslim and Christian
Like Isis, Oshun in our 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, Oshun in our set
Mysterious lady that I can't forget