Die all you fakerz,
muslim haters,
back-stabbin 2 faced traitors,
chattin shit bout ur own,
grassing on ur bredrins,
i can see Allah has turned ur hearts to stone,
homi ur fony,
when u with us u love us up,
when u with ur kafir crew u say u duno ur deen,
ur lying through ur teef, can see it in ur face,
i aint scared to tell u the truth,
u think ur all ace,
u duno who u dealin with,
u really duno hu,
come fru,
ill show u how2 be kaafir,
listen to me u worthless git coz u no u shud,
ima smash u up good [trayta],
shud be proud ur muslim u suka,
if ur ashamed go drown urself stupid mothafuka,
u say im radical,
i say its magikal,
that u deny ur faith ur deen,
see what I mean is afta I tell u 2 admit ur muslim all u say is 'skeen',
felt like cuttin u up when u sed dat buraaah,
its a dog eat dog world out der,
dont seem fair,
ma own turnin agenst me,
i cover my hair,
so what?,
no need to bloody stare,
retard im protectin ma self,
unlike u sells ur self,
dis is an emergency,
need to erase ur stupid dumb brain permanantly

this ain't bling bling pop it's that real hip hop
making flashy candy rappers quick to close up shop
bring that simple aesthetic chill with consumerism
spittin lyrical gems to uplift the organism- makin
dope hip hop not just so it could be bought
bringin social critique that's meant to promote thought
don't buy my albums feed the poor instead
let me know when to come over we could break some bread
this is for the conscientious and the hip hop heads
caught up in this whole discussion that hip hop is dead
as long as we got oppression, it's alive and well
as long as the media lies, i got truth to tell
let the egos swell, next to pride is hell
i got fire for these rats i bring it where they dwell


we need more Teachers, less hustling after dollars
more journalists telling the truth less would be ballers
fewer rappers and more real emcees
spitting knowledge for the people when we flow with ease
we need more mathematicians fewer fight promoters
more war resisters less soldiers following orders
we need more responsible brothers less baby fathers and mothers
more loyal marriages, less need for rubbers

what happened to humility plus raw ability
these primadonna rappers word they be killin me
they poisonin the minds like bush is bringin tyranny
hip hop community raise your hands if ya feelin me
we're in a state of crisis young people chasing the bling
cuz they heard a diamond's priceless
it's not just that the bling is tasteless
our people's blood is getting shed for this
diamond trade supported apartheid
child labourers working the mines till late
but the whack commercial rappers never contemplate
they let the poor go hungry serve themselves a plate they
couldn't find south Africa on the map
but BET shines that light and the youth start to clap


what you know about free mumia - What!
what you know about Us- What!
What you know about the 3 world countries dey make our bling-what

have you heard about rachel corrie
you probably haven't, they suppressed the story
that's why we need more emcees to stand up
too many keep it commercial just so they can blow up
but a lot of heads are hungry for the truth
it uplifts the soul encourages the youth

Bush and Blair,
I’m sorry but you don’t know what Muslims around the world crave to do to you,
You’re both god damn lil puppies who don’t go away no matter how much we say shoo shoo,
You sitting there while you living off all what we accrue,
And then you dare see what you put the Muslims through?
I can’t bear it no more,
The way you treating us like we some shit on a jar lid,
Accusing every Muslim on the high streets of 7/7,
How many you gonna accuse,
How many more left to lock up now?
It’s coz of you we got the rich now poor.
Yo and your people,
Think they really know you,
All I can say is let’s pray get together and detest you,
No matter what or how much you do,
To achieve, or try to intervene in matters which are of no concern to you,
You know it well that when our peeps on the streets tell it like it is,
Blud they be telling you what’s entirely true.
Think your all mafia; think you’re all gangsters,
Wanabee thugs, banning them hoods, drugs and guns,(you know you do that to)
Come on, just own up,
9/11 was all just a set-up,
Another stupid way of giving us Muslims a bad name again,
To me looks like you’re playing a lame game,
A lame game where everyone’s left laughing and amazed at your stupidness,
Your selfishness, and the way you make up lies so that the media portray us as terrorists.
HA monsieur Blair,
Think you’re sly; think you know how to get us down again,
And you created nuff hatred between my own brov,
Yeah, it’s no more love,
Just pure hatred.
Whenever we see you on the news, you’re just praising em blatant Jews,
Monsieur Bush this proves,
That you and your lame lil gang wana see us all get tough gov,
You really wana see us get bare rough,
We will fight you till we outta breath and in a huff,
All you can do is regret huff and puff brov,
Between us Muslim’s it’s just nuff love,
You taking away our land,
And you make us watch and stand,
Terrorising the peeps in Gaza land, (Palestine)
Then you peeps on the streets telling us to go back to pakiland,
This is what we wana convey to you,
Although you may not well understand,
Your army, and fake soldiers,
With broad shoulders and boulders,
Bashing down the doors,
And not even politely asking for a welcome invite note,
You cut up after raping the Muslim sisters,
Hating em,
Enough evilness in your glare to get them screaming before you start,
Let’s admit it,
This is more than evil, madness in fact,
So B&B better get your facts right.
Killing the kids, keeping the old hostile,
Feeding the dead to your rabid dogs,
How much longer this gonna go on?
And when we weep on the streets with our peeps,
You throw arms at us,
And then the kids mashallah fight back,
Mothers and all the ladies stare at yah,
Thinking what have our kids done to deserve the anger?
I swear down brov, wana get rid of yah for good,
So now am saying peeps,
Nuff love
If you standing and helping, yeah coz you know us,
Muslim soljah’s/soljaress’s