Brother Mr Baldy's Rhymes

Its not a secret what they do anymore, killing the innocent and raping the poor, took Islams virginity and called it a *****, they attack us but defense seems to be a one way door, they gave us a poison and called it a cure, with bombs made in America assembled in KSA and detonated in Iraq, It's murder she wrote in the dark, like butter on toast their spreading a farce, they cant stand to see my face in their countries it reminds them of the attrocities they commited in ours, sending peace keeping missionaries with lies disguised as flowers, they taught us to be racist against our own people, thats why theres arab muslims in the Israeli army worshiping at Israels steeple, propogaitng nationalistic thought it seems we're too feeble, to keep united as one nation, so we're sending our own brothers to the police station, where their brutality is more than blatant, you could have asked mendez, only if police men didnt kill him dead, theres egg on our face from letting the enemy go with his hands red.

I still have flashbacks, minor setbacks, the shaitheen's collective attacks, trying to keep me on the wrong side of the tracks, raised by bums and hacks, 'has-beens' have been straight on the deen, quran keeps my mind revolving and my soul clean, I've got to the point where all I want is some quiet, I've had enough of rowdy riots, I'm gonna take the silence and replace my words with it, breathe it, eat it, and live with it, coz to me its a santuary, they tell me I'm my own worse adversary, and in essence thats true, I debate and talk to myself to, If you really wanna know how I feel about it heres a clue, I dont want this no more man I'm through, but I carry on battling ideas that are well passed their due, I live for the allah and for those few, that understand the chatter that flows from my mind, and refuting those who want to massacre me and my kind, everyone will be judged, even old man time, and how you spent it, your lives economy is based on it, cant earn it and yet everybody wants it, thats why I hold crowds to attention, not to mention, I arrest Lucifers henchmen, and keep them in detention, I've got my collection of bad deeds, but I wont share them, theres no need, crack open a hadeeth and feed, but in all honesty, I'd rather be like a monk in a monestry, I think I'll blow my mind out being revolutionary, I'm no ape coz I'm not evolutionary, physically I think I'm over the hill, but I think I realised that when I was born and took the red pill, like the sea I could never be still, they say they dont know me, well how could you homie? I keep myself to myself but never lonely, I got the lord to hold me, freeze frame this moment and stay like this for eternity, stop my inner shrine from hurting me, and hope the lord keeps the flames from burning me.

^ that was wicked man, mashallah!

Im used to abuse many of people been through it, they fabricated deciet and I've seen through it, fiending with the umah to get back to how the deen do it, walking through the fire and try to stay clean through it, they've killed too many muslims for me to feel calm about this, anti terrorist legislation to lock me I'm willing to take that risk, I was just like the foolish but made my way out the mist, the devils smiled as they raped and killed fatima, stripped her bare and promised they weren't hurting her, just like they said Abu-Ghuraib was humane, setting dogs on naked muslims were they insane, attaching electrodes and firing the amps, Guantanamo bay is plainly a torture camp, interogations are deadly like licking anthrax on the back of a stamp, they never tell you about Sabra and Shatilla, where militia murdered 3,500 believers, left them in mass graves and tried to decieve us, we're still waiting her for the reign of allah to free us.

Standing on cliff tops with a pill box, stand close to the sun so your still hot, still not able to throw rocks, at satan so my mind is still blocked, the gate to my grave is still locked, the ummah remains still boxed, outfoxed by wiley, paying liars to spread Batil like O'Reily, they got you more on edge than wearing tighty whiteys, it's blatant more than slightly, they want to fight me, I dont take insults lightly, provoke me and you can bite me, Oh prophet how they dishonered thee, farces more ridiculous than big bang theory be, Islam's the hero, so like a bollywood movie, watch these cowards flee, constantly working for it not wasting time waiting on Mahdi, look in the wild waters of the sea for my reflection, false leaders winning false elections, the rigteous labelled terrorists and sent for corrections, I fail every government inspection, the Ummah seen through it all with disections, we're on the path to Allah so they wanna change our directions, its a surprise some cant see this systems defections, cut down mosques and replaced with multinationals erections, The ummah should be more rigorous with her leaders than NASA selections, need more actioin than praying for the lords protections, unfortunatley muslim leaders are more stingy on shade than friday mosque collections, they say Isa wrote the genesis, and exodus where freedom was the emphasis, lord sent the truth to the world and the Prophet was a catalyst, Muhammad Ali seems to likes being Britains Grape, I think that he may be a masochist, and I think we know whos the sadists, I find the truth hard to resist, I wanna join dawah brigade so take my name, I enlist, I wont just slap the wrist, my five fingers closed in a fist, coming up against Islam I hope they have a death wish, coz they'll be left more screwed over than jews on Schidlers list, dont close your eyes or you'll miss the best bits, here we go about to take of the mits.

He asked what’s wrong, she said the *******s raped me and now I’m three months gone, I only wanted to feel like I could belong, she said I never thought this could happen to me but all along, there’s a devil in my residence, and I never kept myself from his presence, *****d myself out like United Arab Emirates, my virginity became just another approximate estimate, he asked could you ever be whole again, she told him the devils’ invested in my brain, so I maintain a facade of carefree while inside its pain, I have nothing left to gain, so I wear it on my sleeve so it’s plain, he asked if she would give the child a name, she said I’m thinking about Fasiq, or maybe Aa’sif, because I am truly sorry for him, I wish I could have birthed him being free from sin, I can hear him snivelling in the night he causes such a din, and sometimes I feel like strangling him with the umbilical cord, he asked wouldn’t it be better if you could give him a sword, she said who would he fight, there’s many opposition to what’s right, and now the darkness surrounds the light, I’m dancing with the devil constantly in my mind, with shoes made from knife blades until the end of time, he teaches me to smile when I really need to cry, and when I’m with him it seems everything’s alright, but deep down I know forever I’ll fry, he asked don’t you have any brothers, she said I have 53 brothers, but those 53 live in silence, silent partners of Lucifer sit and smile while I’m violated in violence, not one stands up for me in defiance, they’ve turned from gods covenant and alliance, as a matter of fact its Satans’ child I’m giving birth to, Its only three months old but already past due.

mashallah... that was beautiful.

They wanna talk about change, so they voted Obama over McCain, but I'ma tell you why the theory is stupid and deranged, the notion of 'black president' is stupid and strange, he maybe a black man but with white strings, marioneta comes running when the white man sings, you may look like me but sure as hell dont think like me, you may be looking but dont see what I see, coz I can guarentee they'll still molest Baghdad, so we'll be running with the flag of Islam screaming no conformidad, its a slave trade and Obama is on the auction block, the fact is the CIA is still suspicious if you walk through a train going tick tock, Hitler was jewish that didnt stop killing 6 million of them, false Image to open the den and then lure you in, he maybe a black man but capatilist dollars still pay the bills, the same capatilists that gentrified the hood and flooded it with pills, the situations pictaresque but images kill, I would have prefered McCain over Obama anyday, but voting in Islam is haraam anyway, at the end of the day he quotes the same pledge of allegiance, selling his soul and sacrifincing it to demons, estamos invirtiendo de nuevo a Islam clásico, coz we're sick of these systems that are putrefacto, we're brining back khilafah de facto, call us terrorists call us whatever the hell you want to, my identities underground so you cant sue, these muslims are speaking true, and thats got them wondering who, slipped through their indoctrination nets, I'm a hot head and not looking to cool my jets, I'm not a gambling man so I wont be placing any bets, but Islam's making a comeback because thoughts prevail, you can spread your contradiction but to no avail, we're not helpless like a dame stuck on the rail, democracy is a never ending contradiction, it would have been safer for Bush if daddy wore contraception, because we're rejecting your thoughts like a big brother eviction, golpe de estado viva la revolucion.

MASHALLAH this thread is off the hook..AMAZINGG posts bro baldy and sis M421 but seriously i feel good that you all have kept this thread alive..always keep it alive ..Keep going seriously Bro baldy I am glad that you are puttin up all you posts here..Jazakallah khair..

^ Jazakallah khair sis! you made the thread man, I'm just trying to keep it going... been busy lately though, so forgive me for the lack of activity.

read the body counts more than 3-fifty dead, the rubble still remains after condolences are said, muslim leaders don't care as long as there well and fed, sleeping with the enemy as Palestine bled, and we thought you cared, speak a lie, it's as we feared, these days an honest leader is rare, western bred and reared, the only thing worse than your silence, is blaming muslims for the violence, when we defend in defiance, of occupation in the face of certain destruction, while you wait for Mahdi's ressurection, you can call it Intifada or insurrection, either way your future is bleek, we're fighting back with the upper hand while you thought we were weak, your throats won't escape Islams reach, you'll read about colonialism in the obituaries, we were raised fighters from our mothers o-varies, we'll use whatever weapons we have to free our land, from AK's to the stone in my hand, our aim is dead on to get our man, with more public opinion than RAND, to leave your idealogy buried in the sand.

mashallah just too deep

Whoa mr Baldy, spitting like Goldy, busting rhymes that threaten to scald me.
where you gone coz now you gott holda me, i want to hear more as your **** consoles me.
Talent is dripping in your every word, ur hip hop rythym is just absurd, stumbled on your thread when I overheard this righteous brother just had to be heard.
loving your rhymes brother, come back soon