Well as I was going through the Continue the Islamic Rhyme thread I read many of this brother's work and I feel that those rhymes by itself deserve to have another thread just by itself.I could say the same for bro Al-Habeshi as well but his rhymes usually link with the other person's...Many people on this forum don't really go on that thread so I thought why not make one just for this brother's rhymes that people have been missing out on...If Bro baldy feels offended that I did this ..I apologize and the mods can close the thread inshallah..
God save the deen,
From puppet regimes,
Ya Allah, Ya Hakim,
For Rahman, the Reheem,
From the day I woke in my mother’s womb,
To the day I lie cold in my tomb,
Islam runs in my blood to my soul,
Down to the earth to my brothers bones,
And they say blood is thicker than water,
Well my blood is Islam positive,
Every Muslim brother, sister, son and daughter,
And like mystic Zam Zam my blood flows through each of your souls,
And if they spill a Muslims blood, they spill mine,
So, with my next breath I bring apocalyptic forces,
To breathe life into Islam,
And with the next death, lives unprotected by UN knights,
On peace keeping missions to the Middle East,
Bending over to Shaythaan form there knees,
So with my hearts next pulse I’ll bring a war of passion that’s gone rancid,
But still burns like the fires of hell against the devils forces, that wanna crush Islam,
So I pray,
God save the deen,
From puppet regimes,
Ya Allah, Ya Hakim,
For Rahman, the Reheem,
Its time to bring a poet to the masses,
Revolution from here to Damascus,
Time to bring poetical Islam with poetical warfare,
Raise an army of minds to instil raw fear,
Into mens souls, down to their core layer,
Resurrect deaf hearts and deaf ears,
Bring men to cry tears,
Time to offer them prayers,
To Allah to bring the Haq here,
And to rise the cries of a nation,
Against the lies of an administration,
Who take lives and spread there disease in my lands,
And incriminate me, my blood on there hands,
But that’s not there only tool, they attack in stealth,
Play you like a fool, while they amass there wealth,
Attacking you in there Friday Khutbah,
Puppet Imams take agendas and make Duah’s,
For the three blind mice, who control my lands,
Bruv speak my language, I don’t speak deceit,
Sold your soul to Johnny Cash, I hope you kept the receipt,
There Fearing for there moneys life,
From the oil farmers wife,
Brandishing a butchers knife,
So pray that,
God save the deen,
From puppet regimes,
Ya Allah, Ya Hakim,
For Rahman, the Reheem,
Hijab
You’re a diamond in a hijab,
An emerald in a jilbab,
Liberation scarved,
And mens preying eyes barred,
Your Muslimah,
your my sister,
sticking to quran and sunnah,
gotta make it to jannah,
gotta take me with ya...
Last edited by Souljette; 07-15-2008 at 04:51 PM.
“The believers in their mutual kindness, compassion and sympathy are just like one body. When one of the limbs is afflicted, the whole body responds to it with sleeplessness and fever”.
Its time to spread your wings and start flapping,
coz its time for war when the guns start clapping,
i see a boy in my dreams the one i used to be,
asking me,
how i got to where i am from where i used to be,
try to cleanse myself with sweat of the shaheeds,
but the devil speaks to me with ideas of evil deeds,
'come murder one, come murder one, murder them all'
“The believers in their mutual kindness, compassion and sympathy are just like one body. When one of the limbs is afflicted, the whole body responds to it with sleeplessness and fever”.
woke up in the morning in a cemetery,
smelled the air someones just been freshly buried,
look down at my body oh my oh my it was me,
this cant be right,
just yesterday i was being rock a bye bye,
never thought that today i might die,
something aint quite right,
i was at home just last night,
no memories of how i might,
have got here,
only lived just 18 years,
this has to be some type of nightmare,
this is getting kinda scary,
and im getting kinda weary,
somebody tell me whats going on, coz i dont know,
burried under six feet of soil yo,
life was just begining fo' sho',
no place to run and hide,
coz now im locked inside,
will i be saved or will i be fried?
i dont know why,
i never tried harder to pray,
now im lying dead in my grave,
and i dont know whats going on,
somebody save me or im gone.
“The believers in their mutual kindness, compassion and sympathy are just like one body. When one of the limbs is afflicted, the whole body responds to it with sleeplessness and fever”.
OK this is the saddest one I read when I first began to rhyme because it hit close to home ..
this is dedicated to my best friend who gave his life so i could live right
i remember the first time i was shot,
it was my arm that tip was from a glock,
worst thing wasnt the pain it was the tears in mammas eyes,
telling me 'soldier u coulda been iced'
next time got lodged behind my ear,
im lucky it missed my brain and im still here,
mamma cried,
'soldier u coulda died',
third time my closest friend saved me,
took 5 tips to the chest for me,
froma driveby that was meant for me,
took his life to teach me a lesson,
i try to honour his memory by praying to my lord 5 times,
rest easy little godfather.
“The believers in their mutual kindness, compassion and sympathy are just like one body. When one of the limbs is afflicted, the whole body responds to it with sleeplessness and fever”.
One thing about islam when it hits you feel no pain,
in a world when sex and lies control your brain,
shaythaans driving me insane,
so i throw stones at him,
coz i am what i am its a muslim what i am,
got beef with the devil, he really dont play with me man,
got to ch-choke him thats my plan,
got my gat in his mouth, click click bang bang,
and rot his body, body,
got him after just one ride,
trying most of my life to do whats right.
“The believers in their mutual kindness, compassion and sympathy are just like one body. When one of the limbs is afflicted, the whole body responds to it with sleeplessness and fever”.
schools dont teach us what we need to know,
all they teach us is lies so my people cant grow,
the teachers are shaythaan in disguise,
trying to keep us from getting wise,
they try to teach us how to be white instead of muslim,
failures my favourite teacher, at least its interestin',
in history they teach muslims were terrorists coz they stood upto crusaders,
coz they stood upto foreign invaders,
for correcting them i got a fail from the graders,
they dont teach us what we need to survive,
all they teach us is straight lies,
dont get me wrong i love education,
but not when it oppresses a nation,
histories edited and co-eds temptation,
we got to fight just to get to graduation,
becasue to them im a failure
“The believers in their mutual kindness, compassion and sympathy are just like one body. When one of the limbs is afflicted, the whole body responds to it with sleeplessness and fever”.
trying to reach the highest level of paradise,
sis your better than me i gotta think twice,
about reaching heaven,
ive got to much inner demons,
and their all trying to free they-selves,
all trying to send me to hell,
so i gotta keep it thuggish ruggish,
coz im like a fish,
stuck in the devils net
notha one:
times when the pains starting,
and it seems u cant hold on soldier keep marching,
keep ur chin up soldier coz nothing come easy,
keep it real itll come together believe me,
keep working for life without satan,
thats the dream im waiting for,
“The believers in their mutual kindness, compassion and sympathy are just like one body. When one of the limbs is afflicted, the whole body responds to it with sleeplessness and fever”.
palestine, ummi filistine, mother of the brave,
walking to school bang bang end up in a grave,
guess what? we ready to pop u if we have to,
creep up behind u, take a breath and shout BOO,
watch them scardey soldiers run, we aint even armed,
better not trust us though u might end up harmed,
watch out here we come a creeping
ready to pop u while ur sleeping
“The believers in their mutual kindness, compassion and sympathy are just like one body. When one of the limbs is afflicted, the whole body responds to it with sleeplessness and fever”.
ohh jazakiallah khair sis and bro baldy.
it was a good job of u sis cos i havent read them before.
Last edited by Nájlá; 07-16-2008 at 03:37 PM.
Three simple rules in life:
1) If you do not go after what you want, you will never have it
2) If you don't ask, the answer will always be no.
3) If you do not step forward, you'll always be in the same place
Wa iyyaki sis but it's all that brother's work.hope he doesn't get mad at me
“The believers in their mutual kindness, compassion and sympathy are just like one body. When one of the limbs is afflicted, the whole body responds to it with sleeplessness and fever”.
FEEL
feel like its been forever since the tests begining,
feels like forever since i've been running,
from my faith,
feels like i've been too long out the mosque,
feels like im lost,
and there isnt any light,
feels like i havent spoken to my lord for years,
feels like rivers have been full with my tears,
feels like my souls running on empty,
feels like its too blind to see,
wheres my sweet chariot coming for to carry me home?
“The believers in their mutual kindness, compassion and sympathy are just like one body. When one of the limbs is afflicted, the whole body responds to it with sleeplessness and fever”.
12-30-2007
back in the day, i used to hang and pray with brothers,
now situation is getting deeper, and throughout all the drama, my soul getting darker, and nobody wanna know me, nobody wanna hear from baldy, seems they done and disposed of me, no more jokes and no more humor, so they rip me out like a 10 ton malignant tumor, im having a hell of a time, and friends all said their byes, so i ask the lord why does this life overwhelm me? but hey its the same old struggle around my way, so to the good lord i pray.
“The believers in their mutual kindness, compassion and sympathy are just like one body. When one of the limbs is afflicted, the whole body responds to it with sleeplessness and fever”.
This rhyme reminded me of something that i listened to before
01-06-2008
to stay steadfast upon the right path, its a shame man, try to get out the game man, but the pain man, it keep pulling me back man, its getting too real, too deep, thugsters will forever bleed, the angels they grieve, another earthbound soul, him a hustler, so him a roll him another rizzla, why am i so cold mamma? maybe its coz i never knew my father, id rather sweat blood and tears, then become like him my greatest fear...
“The believers in their mutual kindness, compassion and sympathy are just like one body. When one of the limbs is afflicted, the whole body responds to it with sleeplessness and fever”.
01-06-2008
diablo got me going desperado, to hollow to follow, so i got to get ghost, walking dead y'all, will the lord catch me if i fall, see christianity never made sense to me, what you talkng about reverend we aint gods children, im my mothers baby, pray to god to change me, as i walk closer to my grave, will the lord save me, i was convicted as a hustler for being born in a struggle...
“The believers in their mutual kindness, compassion and sympathy are just like one body. When one of the limbs is afflicted, the whole body responds to it with sleeplessness and fever”.
they talk about about god bless america like they all that, well i say god bless iraq, god bless the sons and daughters that aint never coming back, god bless the ones they wiped of the map, god bless the ones trying to find the track, god bless whites, browns and blacks, god bless the ones taking all the slack, god bless the ones aiming to stack, god blessed babies and mothers being attacked, god bless me and everyone in the pack, god bless america? man that mess is whack.
“The believers in their mutual kindness, compassion and sympathy are just like one body. When one of the limbs is afflicted, the whole body responds to it with sleeplessness and fever”.
one objective, one goal – paradise I want to gain, and the lord knows i cant stand the pain, balling through the rain, sleet, hail, snow aint no thang, wondering when the reaper coming to collect, and if im ready for death yet, put my inhibitions to rest, got to be acing the test, word born rising from the ashes, this is the invasion of the mic snatchers, parting words like the red sea was parted by moses,bringing a plaque of words like he brought locusts, trying hard not to loose my focus, but the devil aiming to dope us, with promises of pleasure, X-marks the spot where he buried the treasure, X is in the fire forever, dont want lucifer to put the final nail in my coffin, so i struggle against him often...
“The believers in their mutual kindness, compassion and sympathy are just like one body. When one of the limbs is afflicted, the whole body responds to it with sleeplessness and fever”.
Mamma
Escape from this path, with mums at my heart, it was hard, and i know we didn't always used to get along, the first times i got my braids you was mad stupid but look at us now we still strong, and look at your boy now mamma, they say ill be the greatest rapper since pac, and soon ill have my own family, and i have no fear coz you'll raise them like you raised me, and if these are the last words i breathe, please lord let it be, hail mamma, i love you mamma.
“The believers in their mutual kindness, compassion and sympathy are just like one body. When one of the limbs is afflicted, the whole body responds to it with sleeplessness and fever”.
shabab coz X marks the spot where they shot me in the chest, and tried to put me to rest, and word born from when i rose from the ashses, clashes with enemies in stashes, dashes and pulling nines in flashes, but thats just how it is, when bros in poverty got guns son, and law enforcement turn a blind eye, letting brozs weed up and get high, and you try, to pull yourself away but you could die, and never escape the landscape of hate, because you have to answer to god the most high the great.
the onez in red are edited
“The believers in their mutual kindness, compassion and sympathy are just like one body. When one of the limbs is afflicted, the whole body responds to it with sleeplessness and fever”.
making mistakes now I cannot afford, the lord closed the window and opened the door, we still poor, but at least we aint *****s, or lying dead on the floor, or like oliver twist screaming for more, coz the lord will provide and i have faith, and whats up with murder y'all? too many brothers i knew dead from hate, red rum and packed in a crate, while you laughing we passing away, so lord rest out souls i pray.
“The believers in their mutual kindness, compassion and sympathy are just like one body. When one of the limbs is afflicted, the whole body responds to it with sleeplessness and fever”.
hey man i just wanted to say whats cracking, i heard you got married, now you got your own family, a baby daughter and by the way how is she, i aint mad at you for not talking to me, i just remember good times when we'd ride on ******s, starving on the street and thinking deep figures, remember that time we was chilling and the cops hit us, put us on lock down and we was still tight that was whats up, man we was always in some trouble with the popo, and we still got no love for them though, and i know that fo' sho', remember at the cash machine we robbed those fools, we was hungry and needed food, that was the realest, i dont know what happened but we started drifting apart that was the illest, and i hear your searching for god, and thats cool coz im prayed up myself and the lords my heart, and im stressing way less for wealth.
"dedicated to a brother i once knew." Bro baldy's words
“The believers in their mutual kindness, compassion and sympathy are just like one body. When one of the limbs is afflicted, the whole body responds to it with sleeplessness and fever”.
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OK this is the saddest one I read when I first began to rhyme because it hit close to home ..
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