Brother Mr Baldy's Rhymes

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Guns cloaked in the dark, hark, as the life-expectancy in the middle east becomes ever more stark, broken angels kept down by gravity, its a rarity to find clarity of thought, when your caught up in all the media taught, and being brought up in desperate lies, shaythaan ties your tongue as you watch him eat all the pies, and sends legions of rapists to liberate the truth, and yes its true, they hide the truth liberally, hypocrisy is disguised by democracy, sending lynch mobs to save the brave, but somehow they send them to the grave, Guns cloaked in the dark, hark, as the smoking guns bark.
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mashallah :)
 
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OK FINALLY the main bro is here..ye bro you deserve it and please contribute to it because there are many who can relate to it..also can I send them around plz??? ofcourse your name will be in it..just I have friends who go through this feeling and are living the lifestyle ..if you say yes i'll use them inshallah

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its been a long while dreaming, hanging with the devil scheming, open my lungs to feel the air i'm breathing, realise its the lord i'm needing, and its myself i'm misleading if im believing anything different, smoking with my dear father reverend, heaven is more than an illusion its a dream, think i can get there on the back of an angel? well i lace my shoes and become another stranger, i wont lock up my vocal chords coz i feeling danger, coz like Isa i'll be speaking from the manger, i give the angel of death a hug and ask him where he been, and if he's seen my dream, and if hes seen my cream, and if hes here to beam me up, and if my soul still has a debt, and how far have i come and how far to go yet, battles come in stages, their history is revealed on pages, words locked up like butterflies in cages, through the trenches in the mind and through the ages, still a dreamer, still a believer.

I love the bold lines
 
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in the begining there was adam, and there was eve in who he trusted, trusted, trusted, the lord said please believe in me and the fruit of the tree please dont touch it, touch it, touch it
see once upon a time adam lived in heaven, enjoying the benefits 24/7, bumping beats in the car park of 7/11, then through the snakes mouth he was cast out, and thats reminiscent of me the son of man, trying to be on the lords right hand, but tripping over the devils plan, my sins fan the fires of hell, i guess i need eve to feed the good sentiments in me, and maybe i'll see a way out throughout the forest and all the trees,
in the begining there was adam, and there was eve in who he trusted, trusted, trusted, the lord said please believe in me and the fruit of the tree please dont touch it, touch it, touch it
 
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My violent side I cant deny, I'm like Jekyll and Hyde, humble but ready to riot, against the inner demons i need to fight, looking into the eyes looking back at me, questioning is that how its supposed to be, better not get to close to me, paranoia will make me blow you away, so your best to stay in your place, roll on the dark side, with a ouijia board lets slide.
 
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Mashallah one of the deep rhymes

I ain't got no wisdom, so i just shutup and listen, to identify the bull**** that keeps the knowledge hidden, steadily wishing for the spirit I'm missing, to come claim me, living in silence but you cant blame me, for the ignorance, blame the godless knights that keep us in the dark, like the song of a lark i sing out to stop my eyes from being so stark, patiently waiting for the freedom that bled from the head of a buried child, soaking Muslim soil like devils hunting in the wild, I try and shift the weight from my heart so i guess I'm shifty, the truth sticks to me so i guess I'm sticky, like UFO's justice is often heard of but never seen, living of the matrix i remain to be weened, speculating if the demons that live and breathe amongst us will ever leave, battling hate on stages with pens and pages, spitting out a million rages, moving on to the next phases, I need the tears of the lord to come soothe me, so I pray it rains to become part of thee, ancient wisdom was lost on plantations, and now with america battling every nation, I weep for all the knowledge laid to rest, mind *****s that go through life in a state of death, never using their minds like their zoned out on meth, i pray to learn with every breath, looking up at the skies that blanket my soul, chasing stars and solar systems to find my goal, but i face the same ignorance that drove Jonah to the whale, I still wonder how we fail to see the truth through the veil, hate bred with greed to give birth to ignorance, losing the reality written in scriptures, the schools let you out to go to prison, trying to excorcise the demons that have risen, i lose my own mind, lose my own time, i need the light to keep me from going blind, trying to find my rhyme, spit it out and I'll be fine, I pray rest in peace to the fathers of knowledge, this poem is homage to all those that brought the truth.
 
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...and this is where the poetry gets tricky, coz the words are more than just meanings they are feelings, the realisation that you have to start reeling back to begin seeking, take a step back to begin seeing the wider angle, and find the way to begin dealing with your issues can be misleading, so if you start to let satan begin feeding on your soul ask yourself if your reading to much into this relationship your keeping...
 
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there are those,
who oppose islam,
but **** it thats just how it goes,
in world where girls grow up to bhe video hoes,
so i compose, a verse or two,
waiting patiently to debut,
spit with breath thats toxic,
words that come to quick,
praising allah and all islam stands for
 
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you all know me as mr. baldy but im better known,
as the MC that spit like a cyclone,
but now i changed my ways i battled shaythaan in my naffs, my battlezone,
im the one your mamma said you couldnt hang around so leave me alone,

notha one:

im telling u im ready to die,
u can see this deep in my eye,
i ride with death coz my mamma never raised no ponsy ho,
angel of death is here get up soldier time to go,
i've been waiting since day one this world can bite ****,
they say 'ur so young' i tell'em 'life, im done with.it',
im telling u im ready to die,
u can see this deep in my eye.
 
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Ok i think I"m done posting bro Baldy's work..now it's his job to post his upcoming ones ..I hope inshallah he keeps this thread alive

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OK FINALLY the main bro is here..ye bro you deserve it and please contribute to it because there are many who can relate to it..also can I send them around plz??? ofcourse your name will be in it..just I have friends who go through this feeling and are living the lifestyle ..if you say yes i'll use them inshallah

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yes absolutley you can send them around, I would be honoured.

and inshallah i will keep this thread up dated with fresh stuf, Jazakallah for the oppurtunity.
 
steadily wishing for the spirit I'm missing, to come claim me, living in silence but you cant blame me, for the ignorance, blame the godless knights that keep us in the dark, like the song of a lark i sing out to stop my eyes from being so stark,
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That was heviiiiiii bro!

Keep writing inshaAllaah!!
 
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YAY i can use it ok...Jazakallah khair bro ..now the thread is all yours ..

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'X marks the spot'

x marks the spot where I speak from the chest, and x marks the spot where I release all my stress, and x marks the spot where i'll lay after death, and x marks the spot where I'll breathe my last breath, and x marks the spot where mother sat as she wept, and x marks the spot where you lay as you slept, and x marks the spot where satan laughed as he crept, and x marks the spot where I'll be judged on the test, and x marks the spot where worms will feast on my flesh, and x marks the spot where hunger cuts like a mesh, and x marks the spot where 'll take the book in my left, and x marks me so you can call me X.
 
its like this in the land of the shadow of death, where loved ones lay in their graves as they rest, where kids want to hang on the stink of your breath, coz their trying to forget what dad did to, the world looks in and has no clue, and wonder why we love everything true, and everybody wants to take my place on stage, and try to sing out page after page, but not everyone carries the same rage that I have, you saw fifty once and think you know rap, you wear a du rag and all of a sudden your black, I ain't a gangster and I ain't a thug I'm just a muslim from the middle east, and I feel like Jesus in the last feast, coz Judas stabbed me in the back...

its a work in progress...
 
X marks the spot'

x marks the spot where I speak from the chest, and x marks the spot where I release all my stress, and x marks the spot where i'll lay after death, and x marks the spot where I'll breathe my last breath, and x marks the spot where mother sat as she wept, and x marks the spot where you lay as you slept, and x marks the spot where satan laughed as he crept, and x marks the spot where I'll be judged on the test, and x marks the spot where worms will feast on my flesh, and x marks the spot where hunger cuts like a mesh, and x marks the spot where 'll take the book in my left, and x marks me so you can call me X.
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niceeeee :thumbs_up keep writing bro May Allah reward u for ur efforts Ameen
Jazakallah khair for sharing :D
 
Barakallah fee... your too generous.

SO! who wants to do a colabo with me? I'm thinking maybe four verses? alternating?
 
SO! who wants to do a colabo with me? I'm thinking maybe four verses? alternating
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u mean like u start den some one else goes off from wer u stopped?
 

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