I'm not compatible with their hypocritical system to control the mind, I'm satirical with lyrical light to guide the blind, so if you want to fight me get in line, you can't hassle me or battle me I'm effort-less, I guess I'm just blessed, I'm a veteran burning embers in november, look back in time and you just might remember, see passed the lies like christmas in december, so pack the armour coz its time for war, recognise the truth the truth your fighting for.
Brother Mr Baldy's Rhymes
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Oh my daysssss Bravvv!!!! You is like tha sickest person like. Speachless... MashAllah, should defo hit the professional ones. Wooow man. May Allah help you fru it all... Big up!!!! W/Salaam
Oh my daysssss Bravvv!!!! You is like tha sickest person like. Speachless... MashAllah, should defo hit the professional ones. Wooow man. May Allah help you fru it all... Big up!!!! W/Salaam
jazakallah khair sister... make duah that a muslim record company will sign me inshallah.
Muslimah inshallah I hope your week goes well, but you better be full to the brim with some sick poetry when you get back Inshallah
I'm searching my mind for rational lyrical content, screw it I'm done writing media nonsense, coz through it all we become nothing but media ponce's, I try and do only what the lord says, but I don't have no burning bush like moses, I'm down with karma, like drama as you do dawah, coz the police don't make it easy, arrest you and try to make you look like sleazy, and they do it while looking oh so breezy, but it takes it toll believe me, music works in a mystical way, like your bank roll when you get paid, funny how its all gone the next day, like the installation of breath, when its gone your only left with death, don't fret, or stress, or lose your head, your only dead, in the body but your mind is free, so ride with me, like Iraq, I'm under attack, contradictions stab me in the back, definition of me is savage, thats how they left muslim lands ravaged, think you own us but never had it, I promise you your end will come quickly, the situation is getting sticky, with the blood of jahalliyah forces, beaten by islamic quranic sources.
Muslimah inshallah I hope your week goes well, but you better be full to the brim with some sick poetry when you get back Inshallah
I'm searching my mind for rational lyrical content, screw it I'm done writing media nonsense, coz through it all we become nothing but media ponce's, I try and do only what the lord says, but I don't have no burning bush like moses, I'm down with karma, like drama as you do dawah, coz the police don't make it easy, arrest you and try to make you look like sleazy, and they do it while looking oh so breezy, but it takes it toll believe me, music works in a mystical way, like your bank roll when you get paid, funny how its all gone the next day, like the installation of breath, when its gone your only left with death, don't fret, or stress, or lose your head, your only dead, in the body but your mind is free, so ride with me, like Iraq, I'm under attack, contradictions stab me in the back, definition of me is savage, thats how they left muslim lands ravaged, think you own us but never had it, I promise you your end will come quickly, the situation is getting sticky, with the blood of jahalliyah forces, beaten by islamic quranic sources.
well, this bro asked me to write something for a radio show, and so I did... you may have seen the piece its called 'gangster youth' I did that time ago and I found that I really enjoyed writing and so I carried on and alhumdullilah got better with time. Inshallah you will discover yours!
some say I'm rebelious, I've just run out patience with regimes, that find Islam strenuous, and talk about about hijaab like its heinous, I dont believe this, the same governemt that raped fatima gives MCB pay offs, destroyed jobs in muslim lands and called the population lay offs, the fear of a muslim messiah has got them going crazy, fear of equality has got them objectifying every lady, I'm just about at the end of my tether, coz instead of food muslims lands are converted to cash crops and cheap leather, so I think I'm going to load my pen and cock it, to write the truth and let you spot it, thats if the media dont block it, otherwise I think I'll go barmy, I'm the answer to western spin armies, and only the lord can calm me.
some say I'm rebelious, I've just run out patience with regimes, that find Islam strenuous, and talk about about hijaab like its heinous, I dont believe this, the same governemt that raped fatima gives MCB pay offs, destroyed jobs in muslim lands and called the population lay offs, the fear of a muslim messiah has got them going crazy, fear of equality has got them objectifying every lady, I'm just about at the end of my tether, coz instead of food muslims lands are converted to cash crops and cheap leather, so I think I'm going to load my pen and cock it, to write the truth and let you spot it, thats if the media dont block it, otherwise I think I'll go barmy, I'm the answer to western spin armies, and only the lord can calm me.
Im trained to sprain through the pain, like a drain for the rain, I came slain unconcious from my mothers womb, I'm trying to find my way back as I walk alive in this tomb, I try not to get high on the same lies, that made abu Lahab fry, I come creeping between the sheets, coz like Casper my complexion is bleek, see for me poetry is better than asprin for my migraines, let me explain, I have more beef with the government than Hindu farmers, I'm on a mission to bring out sellouts like a black Obama, they cant explain how they can't find Osama, but it doesn't matter in a world where they come for you, ever wonder who's true and who's next, artists mimic poverty and call it the blues, but my mission is to make you lose
I think it might be on this site somewhere... let me try and find a link for you if I can.
I try and keep steady on the path of righteousness, try and do my best to follow the holiest, but I find myself become the lowliest, my lord come save me from this pit of darkness, the only torch lit is the road to starkness, it seems I'm falling down the fastest, as my life unfolds in my left hand, somehow that wasn't life's plan, like an angel with a broken wing I'm left grounded, left gagged and bounded, I spend my time in the shallowest minds, plus the fact this misfortune is a waste of my time, my destiny revealed line after line of rhymes, conflict with my jinn pimp, leaves me twisted and limp, its a love hate relationship with him, he loves sending me to hell and hates my essence, but he's dependent on my presence in hell, so I act on stealth, I cant betray my health, or the illusion of my grandeur is destroyed, and with it my enemies are deployed.
I try and keep steady on the path of righteousness, try and do my best to follow the holiest, but I find myself become the lowliest, my lord come save me from this pit of darkness, the only torch lit is the road to starkness, it seems I'm falling down the fastest, as my life unfolds in my left hand, somehow that wasn't life's plan, like an angel with a broken wing I'm left grounded, left gagged and bounded, I spend my time in the shallowest minds, plus the fact this misfortune is a waste of my time, my destiny revealed line after line of rhymes, conflict with my jinn pimp, leaves me twisted and limp, its a love hate relationship with him, he loves sending me to hell and hates my essence, but he's dependent on my presence in hell, so I act on stealth, I cant betray my health, or the illusion of my grandeur is destroyed, and with it my enemies are deployed.
http://www.islamicboard.com/islamic-poetry/7899-gnangster-youth.html
thats the link... i just read it again, its cringe worthy
thats the link... i just read it again, its cringe worthy
I'm running from cops me and my kind, its a fact their sirens ain't colour blind, shooting muslims I guess its how they unwind, sleet snow and rain on many funerals, divide and murder in bloody overalls, its been forever like this since '24, and yet we have some muslims craving for more, like drug addicts on withdrawal symptoms, stuck in a fantasy world like the simpsons, we're trying to resurrect heavens shadows, spiritual addiction keeps heaven shallow, carting away angels in wheel barrows, the metaphysical lyrical leaves your soul cleansed and spiritual, more sensual than the physical
Lord, since we last talked it’s been a while, as long ago as I last saw my mother smile, just the other day to get to you I walked a mile, and as I came to you, I came to, and I knew, that as close as I try to get to you you’d get closer to me, I guess I’m not as close to you as I’d thought I’d be, I guess I can’t see what I thought I could see, Lord, I’m still wondering where Heaven exists, point my face to it or am I facing the abyss, I’m still listening for that sign lord, to tell me that I’m completely cured, I’m slitting my wrists with pages not swords, I just wanted to say, that if tomorrow I don’t get my chance to pray, I ask for forgiveness, and please bring me to deliverance, coz I know that just like this poem, my life is over.
They burn truth like an effigy on guy faweks night, the flames of deciet stop you from seeing whats wrong whats right, and we're all caught up burning like a moth in the light, constant oppresion makes us too weak to fight, trying to follow allah they call us blind with sight, the metaphor runs dry here like wells on the African continent, see lies are just words without conscience, the devils breath will leave you smacked up conscious, its time to realise that they dont battle us in trenches, these are media battles against sell out wenches, trying to intellectually rip the truth out with million dollar wrenches, while the whole world has you wondering which side of the fence is the right side, do they have to kill your family so that you might ride, the solution is simple rescue the truth from the flames, ressurect the dame, I'm not talking about no harlot neither, I'm speaking of Khilafah we need her.
They burn truth like an effigy on guy faweks night, the flames of deciet stop you from seeing whats wrong whats right, and we're all caught up burning like a moth in the light, constant oppresion makes us too weak to fight, trying to follow allah they call us blind with sight, the metaphor runs dry here like wells on the African continent, see lies are just words without conscience, the devils breath will leave you smacked up conscious, its time to realise that they dont battle us in trenches, these are media battles against sell out wenches, trying to intellectually rip the truth out with million dollar wrenches, while the whole world has you wondering which side of the fence is the right side, do they have to kill your family so that you might ride, the solution is simple rescue the truth from the flames, ressurect the dame, I'm not talking about no harlot neither, I'm speaking of Khilafah we need her.
And why you wanna be hating us coz of what we do? How many people in your life, thugs is true? And why you wanna be hating us coz of what we do? Thugs need love to.
I'm rhyming sloppy, wishing for a seed to call me pappy, god bless me to be truly happy, thugging since I was in nappies, but lord god they looking down on us, refused a seat at the table like Rosa on the bus, mum dont cry baby please hush, playing one of my tracks in the madrassa man, yo play it again sam, we saving and scraping to see holy land, they see what we do and thats that, what we do is write poetry and rap, not talking about the guns clap, we wanna put Islam back on the map, and once thats done maybe I can take a nap, in the dirt with my buddies in the earth, i wanna go from the hearse, to jannah keeping warm around the hearth, laughing in mirth, you heard it here first.
And why you wanna be hating us coz of what we do? How many people in your life, thugs is true? And why you wanna be hating us coz of what we do? Thugs need love to.
I'm rhyming sloppy, wishing for a seed to call me pappy, god bless me to be truly happy, thugging since I was in nappies, but lord god they looking down on us, refused a seat at the table like Rosa on the bus, mum dont cry baby please hush, playing one of my tracks in the madrassa man, yo play it again sam, we saving and scraping to see holy land, they see what we do and thats that, what we do is write poetry and rap, not talking about the guns clap, we wanna put Islam back on the map, and once thats done maybe I can take a nap, in the dirt with my buddies in the earth, i wanna go from the hearse, to jannah keeping warm around the hearth, laughing in mirth, you heard it here first.
And why you wanna be hating us coz of what we do? How many people in your life, thugs is true? And why you wanna be hating us coz of what we do? Thugs need love to.
WOW! mashaAllah, i thought there'd be a few good to average poems but I'm amazed! I only read the first 6-7 and my eyes were literally inches from the screen. Not because I couldn't see, but because the words were pulling me in. Masha'ALLAH that's talent bro!!!!!!
It seems everyones a gangster these days with guns blaring, talking like you got an attidude with little love caring, talking about killing police like your that daring, talking about how many times you've been shot and how you love that pain searing, through your body, my lord I'm only god fearing, lyrics about gang wars and drug money, to me this **** is funny, like this life is sweeter than honey, learn it the hard way or dont learn it at all, end up dead after y'all 'had a ball', man you make me sick, im wondering how could you be that thick, if you really want it that bad, i'll leave you dead in a ditch, acting like you gotta problem with daddy, so to teach him a lesson you bought a shotty, I've lived through the torments, and come out stronger for it, I've grown stronger fighting against the torrents, nowadays everyone wants a little glory, I wont hesitate to kill you I'm that gory, my life is a fable no fairy story, learn from it or remain sorry, I'll pass on the horrors I've seen and been through, like Dr. Luther I have a dream to, I wanna make a better life for my babies, give them something to hold onto and not follow me to hades.