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home of the believers is jannah
truss me ova ders its much funna :p
inshallah we will all goo der one day
and Allah (swt) will put on the st8 way
so to work for jannah should be our duty
so we can see all its beauty
lol dat sounded chavish :p lol and inshallah no more rydem ryda stuff :p lets keep it islamic :D:D:D
i stand here tall and proud, above the ground
amongst all the descending crowd
they shriek and they speak (how do you spell shreik/shriek :?)
drives me crazy like a geek (:?)
yet i stand there strong
with ma veil all around
protecting and shielding
from their careless bangs of gongs :confused:
did i make any sense :?
:w:
:salamext:Quote:
Originally Posted by +*Glacier*+
yup that was :thumbs_up
bangs of gongs or worse yet bombs
they be droppin not only in tombs
but at every new mothers wombs
not a single care for the booms
they release throughout the rooms
they wanna unleash such gloom
just makes me wanna grab my broom
and make them taste doom
i know broom was dry but meh, i dun it in 5 seconds lol
Anyhow,
"and make them taste doom"
Zoom, the life of the dunya is but a flash,
Most dash for cash and grasp it fast,
Only to die empty handed back to dust,
Some trust in He who lives Eternally,
Others percieve themselves to be the opitamy of diety,
But can they make the sun rise from the west?
Can they bring to life a human from the deathbed which in he rest?
Can they possibly show Mercy to the quantity of Ar Raheem?
NO!!!
So I disown gold, keep hope and fear
Hope for mercy and fear that I wont be near
To see His face in a place of peace
To be disgraced suffering never at ease
Man Please! give me a break,
shaytan scheming and plotting willing to take
Any and every son and daughter of Adam,
with the inticing voice he fires at them
So becareful, steady steps should do it
dont be mistaken by satan only to be left screaming '**** I KNEW IT!'
:sl: so what are these lines supposed to be about...?
here I go anyway...
We know we’re gonna go
But we choose to ignore
Only waking up
When the angel’s at the door
When you’re six feet under,
With the earth blown asunder,
Every mistake every blunder
Will attack you like thunder
I guess you no wot its bout....:w:
This is a little something something we call freestlye...
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,
thats :coolious: bro !
because we're all one nation
Al-Islam !
wiv kalimah as identification
we'll avoid jahannam
as the best of creation
in jannah :D
Hay mate listen up this my place in jannah
for i listened to my lord allah
you disobeyed him so your at the hell of Jahannah
Since you decided to be 2pacs imitater!!
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...
i would love to finish this, but alas time is not on my side
:sl: :)
ur wastin yo time
with this rap and rhyme
we got ppz out there
but nobody cares
locked up, beat up
hancuffed, caged up
yo we gotta ease the opression
the misery and depression
destruction and corruption
of this kuffar system
I could go on but no time.....
:cry: :heated: imsad :hiding: :grumbling :offended:
the dead cry for justice in their lands
but our hearts are dead, unwilling to lend a hand
its because they all wanna follow the trend
if the kuffar bend then with them they bend
Audhubillah :offended:
the trend that will lead straight to the fire
you gotta wake up or the result will be dire
you wanna follow the shaytaan, Astaghfirullah!
help those is need an 'll see the reward from Allah!
reward from Allah? you mean Jannah !
if we strive then mayb we get there inshaAllah
as long as we keep straight and dont falter
to all the evil you just gotta say KALLAA !!!
lol thats funny bro
and there's one thing we should know
in helping others is a reward
Allah doesnt give to those who hoard
so open up your hearts and give to those
whose lives are filled with misery and blows
:) gotta go soon, but good stuff
do what the rhyme above me shows
to enter palaces beneath which river flows
do it fillah so your imaan grows
do it for all your sisters and bros...
:sl:
...all the brothers and sisters living in misery
we gotta stop it, put an end to all the tyranny
we think we got it nice
but dont stop to realise
that we cant take these pleasures with us when we go
it'll only be our good deeds, nowt and nuffin more...
:sl:
they take bullets with a smile
while we're away by miles
their taking bombs by the tons
an all we can do is sit and moan...
:sl:
we're living lives full of peace and bliss
just sit and wonder, how did it come to this?
we... letting our lives go by
but leaving the rest of the world to cry
dont think you wont be asked on the Day
what you did for those in need and how you helped ease their way
:w:
only 9 people of thumud
were bad while the rest were good,
so a time will come when,
we'll end up just like them,
because this systems so messed,
and all we wanna do is rest...