Showing posts with label blakstone. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blakstone. Show all posts
Sunday, September 28, 2008
blakstone - Darkdayz - Takin' Over
J-KEY Reporting
Everybody wants a little piece of me now that I've been brought to the fore. I said it wasn't me, but nobody wants to see how I was living before. Ali this and Hakim that. May have or could have but empty of facts. No matter what they say I won't let it get me down. I never flew no planes so why you stressing me? I wasn't on those trains (I wasn't on no trains) so please don't point at me. Your acting like your free from blame, you play a vicious game lying to the world, like you've got no shame…..we're taking over.Everybody wants to say their piece about me now, they've worn my name to the floor.And every time I speak up, they beat me till I'm weak, I can't speak the Haq anymore.
Muslim this and Islam that. Sooner or later they'll take it all back. No matter what they say I won't let it get me down. I never flew no planes so why you stressing me? I wasn't on those trains (never been to no Spain) so please don't point at me. Your acting like your free from blame, you play a vicious game, lying to the world its like you've got no shame…..we're taking over.
AR (DPZ) Reporting
See me living in this world full of madness. It's going on every place in the atlas. Man made rules lead to disasters. Got some nerve to point your fingers at us. All you had to do was come on and ask us, BBC News keep spreading cancers. Why they living life based on chances, I'm trying to live life based on answers. And now you wanna do me over, gotta watch my back against these cobras. Keep evidence in plastic folders, stay with the Deen and my group of soldiers. Ain't backing down against the corruption, I gotta air out these mal-functions.
You mad cause I base my life on fact you base it on assumptions. No matter if you pull me down, I got my peeps all around me to hold me down. Blakstone man you know the sound, say a little something to turn your head round. Now you know how my peeps get down, unite on the truth forget your backgrounds. I'm doing this cause I gotta do this, pray that Allah gone get me through this. Something new for the youth to use this, got evidence so watch me prove this. Trying to enjoy this life is fruitless; keep chasing cream you'll find it's useless. The system makes young kids ruthless, think I'm lying come refute this. Its unfair and the governments knew this, that's one reason why I got to do this. Your acting like your free from blame, you play a vicious game, lying to the world its like you've got no shame…..we're taking over.
blakstone - Darkdayz - Scared of me
AR/DPZ Reporting
Yo they see us coming I see'em running like athletics. Fast traffic incoming foes they causing mass havoc. That's set it take no credit do it don't regret it. We bring it cause its a revelation believe in it. Read in it all of the facts I know you people, they wanna attack, anything they just cant hack. You say that I'm wack you say I'm a joke say I'm a mixed up bloke, when you hear the lines I wrote. But time will go, faster than a F50, pushing the gas swiftly, hoping the Lord's words uplift me. I see the opposition looking shifty, soon as I wanna practice the Deen police wanna come and get me. Where is this so called freedom it leaves them, as soon as they feel under threat its all beneath them.You see I ain't here to cause
friction, but your wars cause contradiction, victim of a false system.
AWAW Reporting
Now you gonna die in the desert like flies buzzing round a spiders web, getting tied cousin. Lies, crawling out from under thrones to lay claim to my brother's bones. Headstones line the horizon. Now you're asking why you're despised and yet it doesn't even make the headlines when we die. Keep em coming. Blood is cheap in the East, or so it seems. Watch the fiends fight while they feast, like savage demons over my resources. You're sending backup for your forces? We send them back as corpses, believe. Of course it's a bias war militarily, but force is a two-legged horse when you threaten the only people walking this earth without fear for a damn thing that had a birth. I know you know that's why you're scared to let my people go you dumb Texan. Joe this ain't no Alamo! You got me vexed. Enough, I won't bow down, I can't back down.
I won't apologise for hating your crown, don't give a stuff and you can knock me til I fall to the ground I won't be quite, I'll bounce back. Your selling a lie I refuse to buy it.
WG Reporting
Now watch me flip your world with no gun policy just philosophy ticking like a time bomb, courtesy of Shabab working hard since five three. The programme must be survival, unify you and I do or die for revival. Pop the boot set the stall distribute rallycall all the masses their world order crashes. Alas it's a blast from the past the arrival of Khilafah. Who's the laugher now, who's the gaffer, who's the boss, who's the lord of the ring, who's the slave who's the master? The return not of a king but the Shade of the King of Kings, it begins, gate crashing your false deen, blasting on the scene. Muslimeen clashing with regimes that cash in of the blood streams of their own for gas and crude. Blasphemes that execute for sujud your funeral the salute of a General.
blakstone - Darkdayz - Paradise
WG Reporting
It's all changed back in the day we cared. Now it's all strange with briars prepared to blast for change. And danger lurks in every corner, with youth deranged and ready to leave a stranger a goner. Its like a curse is cast upon us, we injure those among us, our own wrong us. Tempers flare, now mourners pour to fill the square. A turf feud declared left Mo beyond repair. Now mum's a loaner, now the whole hood's scared it's gonna escalate furthermore, over draw to a state of war, they're prepared to ignore as long as it's amidst the foreigners, it's a bonus. Great! And the feds can't wait to pigeonhole us mate. It's all at stake. The onus is on us, and I'll be damned if I let'em own us. A new day will dawn on us
to celebrate, all of us..
J-Key Reporting
Oh think twice its just another day for you and me in paradise. Oh think twice, its just another day for you, you and me in paradise. Just think about it, common just think about it
WG Reporting
The streets deep in desperation got the coppers racing for the Cat with the cap and the phat strap. Ghetto nation's nepotistic celebration of the keep black back legislation. Amazing! Selfconscious elevation is needed. We bleed while the thugs pump drugs through the State and deliver the seed and you receive it believing? You've taken the bait thinking you need it and dealing is robbing your own, bleeding them weak.
Getting stoned on that home grown green that your breathing. Police on a mission to "ghettoize". The vision's the prisons become prisms of coloured brothers. Divisions of criminal minds fishing for more of your kind, wishing you'd fall in to line by pumping the stereotype. Young'uns are gunning they're ripe pickings, they run in to strife. Thinking that mugging is right. Link up for sticking a knife, blink and your banged up for life!
J-Key Reporting
Oh think twice its just another day for you and me in paradise. Oh think twice, its just another day for you, you and me in paradise. Just think about it, common just think about it. Do you remember the way back in the day, the way we were bought up, we made our heaven cause all we had was pain. It's just another day for you and me in paradise. It's just another day.
blakstone - Darkdayz - Its on us
For the men come soldiers. For the people on the streets when they weep with their peeps coffin deep on their shoulders. And for the young'un with the rock come boulders. For the feeble and the weak and the olders. Soon come - hold tight to the rope cus. Don't let'em get our own come between us. And for my sisters in the struggle stay bold cause it's on us – it's on us – it's on us.
AWAW Reporting
These are dark days and some ain't even trying to shine, they're taking what's mine and say I should be grateful and kind.You must be mad Monsieur Blair, you need to stay of that
wacky-backy you blagger, we don't fear that rubbish you chatting. Sheer attacking me, got me stacked up all against myself. Clever, never saw that one coming Shaytan works in stealth. Ever figure that when my enemy came for my health they'd send my own to murder me for slight increase in wealth. You're just some wanabe bollywood star playing a Czar ,tipsy on whisky at the bar that's you repertoire. Walahi criminals yakh, they want me begging in the gutter, they're smothering gunk on every syllable I utter. They Call me a Nutter. (shut up?) I swear bro they're butters and pull down the shutters. Cutters are bare sharp to stab us. These so-called "brothers" their lovers and their wives alike painting the black with the colours blue, red and white. Its like "Jump" and they don't even ask how high they're just leaping it might as well be for the sky. Oh me oh my lions and tigers and yellow brick roads, may Allah provide us or hide us from traitors and foes who stand in our rows making Salat to Allah, then its back to the bar to make plans like the Kuffar.
The design? To divide us, blind the strong and weaken up the engine, no more vorsprung durch technik. They let them speak but I can't be forthright. I'm banned while Imams go invite the Fourth Reich. Either you with us or you fear creation, made this Nation lead us in our congregation? Amazing! How they sold their souls to every John Gody and still bold as gold they quote one body. Lies, your alibis will feel the flame, fact. A pact made by criminals, lets name the game its all the same to those who've usurped the roles of speaking out on foes with their fiendish goals. The bahtil comes and goes but the truth remains and underpins the facts of the matter. Shame on those who claim to lead, whilst hiding truth. The Sunnah may be old but it moulds the youth.
AR/DPZ Reporting
Everyday its like the same all that change its the number, they shooting at close range all that remains is buried under. You see the lightning but now you hearing the thunder, forcing the people to ponder but the many times their rulers blundered, Our days are looking numbered, how many lives have been wrecked? How many people suffer? So what you expect my brothers gotta play tougher. You think the Middle East is sweet? Why there not enough food 4 them to eat. Your troops are in our streets trying to implement laws, of course we gonna die for the cause against illegal wars, with the force to unify the lands Presidents have got so much blood dripping from their hands. I ain't a moderate but I ain't an extremist, its the equilibrium you dont like, cause that's what the deen is.You must be blind if you don't see what's going on, it's ideological invasion UK to Lebanon.
WG Reporting
I see these cats in the Masjid wired and strapped to get believers arrested stabbing our backs with a knife hand-made by MI5. Infact its blade forged from hate in blood pacts with rats. New York New York wolves cry in sheep clothing. Jenin our scars our wide open - hoping truth wakes these fakes when God's words are spoken, but these fakes they take God's words as token gestures. And wash their bloody hands with soap and plug their mikes in government amps promoting lectures .To integrate the false with truth a mouthpiece for the Beasts our Prophet (SAW) fought with proof. And still they keep scoping corrupting our youth. In elections push voting your soul in a booth, that's red with blood, please do me favour, when Conservative pigs and New Labour enslave us. And Respect and Lib-Dems are carrots to tame us, for lame ducks with no self respect and aimless. Baghdad's ransacked now who the hell's gona save us. Killed our moms our dads brothers sisters and neighbours. Now they sit back, laugh and say they made a mistake when our children are sodomised in Abu Ghraib. And still you wanna poltically participate in nations that breed nothing but greed and hate. Snakes that breed fakes that guide to hell's gates, mosque pulpits built with secular brick and slate. Lords and MPs, bate scholars, police, ISBs MCBs configurations of these stand shoulder to shoulder feet to feet microphone in their holster warmly greet, believers with salams and outstretched arms then on the radio speak say our boys are British soldiers. And pray for them they do dua for these vultures that rape and pillage, plunder burn and torture, they lay for them, turn us prey for them. I'd rather die I swear to God than betray like them.
AWAW Reporting
These are dark days and some ain't even trying to shine, they're taking what's mine and say I should be grateful and kind.You must be mad Monsieur Blair, you need to stay of that
wacky-backy you blagger, we don't fear that rubbish you chatting. Sheer attacking me, got me stacked up all against myself. Clever, never saw that one coming Shaytan works in stealth. Ever figure that when my enemy came for my health they'd send my own to murder me for slight increase in wealth. You're just some wanabe bollywood star playing a Czar ,tipsy on whisky at the bar that's you repertoire. Walahi criminals yakh, they want me begging in the gutter, they're smothering gunk on every syllable I utter. They Call me a Nutter. (shut up?) I swear bro they're butters and pull down the shutters. Cutters are bare sharp to stab us. These so-called "brothers" their lovers and their wives alike painting the black with the colours blue, red and white. Its like "Jump" and they don't even ask how high they're just leaping it might as well be for the sky. Oh me oh my lions and tigers and yellow brick roads, may Allah provide us or hide us from traitors and foes who stand in our rows making Salat to Allah, then its back to the bar to make plans like the Kuffar.
The design? To divide us, blind the strong and weaken up the engine, no more vorsprung durch technik. They let them speak but I can't be forthright. I'm banned while Imams go invite the Fourth Reich. Either you with us or you fear creation, made this Nation lead us in our congregation? Amazing! How they sold their souls to every John Gody and still bold as gold they quote one body. Lies, your alibis will feel the flame, fact. A pact made by criminals, lets name the game its all the same to those who've usurped the roles of speaking out on foes with their fiendish goals. The bahtil comes and goes but the truth remains and underpins the facts of the matter. Shame on those who claim to lead, whilst hiding truth. The Sunnah may be old but it moulds the youth.
AR/DPZ Reporting
Everyday its like the same all that change its the number, they shooting at close range all that remains is buried under. You see the lightning but now you hearing the thunder, forcing the people to ponder but the many times their rulers blundered, Our days are looking numbered, how many lives have been wrecked? How many people suffer? So what you expect my brothers gotta play tougher. You think the Middle East is sweet? Why there not enough food 4 them to eat. Your troops are in our streets trying to implement laws, of course we gonna die for the cause against illegal wars, with the force to unify the lands Presidents have got so much blood dripping from their hands. I ain't a moderate but I ain't an extremist, its the equilibrium you dont like, cause that's what the deen is.You must be blind if you don't see what's going on, it's ideological invasion UK to Lebanon.
WG Reporting
I see these cats in the Masjid wired and strapped to get believers arrested stabbing our backs with a knife hand-made by MI5. Infact its blade forged from hate in blood pacts with rats. New York New York wolves cry in sheep clothing. Jenin our scars our wide open - hoping truth wakes these fakes when God's words are spoken, but these fakes they take God's words as token gestures. And wash their bloody hands with soap and plug their mikes in government amps promoting lectures .To integrate the false with truth a mouthpiece for the Beasts our Prophet (SAW) fought with proof. And still they keep scoping corrupting our youth. In elections push voting your soul in a booth, that's red with blood, please do me favour, when Conservative pigs and New Labour enslave us. And Respect and Lib-Dems are carrots to tame us, for lame ducks with no self respect and aimless. Baghdad's ransacked now who the hell's gona save us. Killed our moms our dads brothers sisters and neighbours. Now they sit back, laugh and say they made a mistake when our children are sodomised in Abu Ghraib. And still you wanna poltically participate in nations that breed nothing but greed and hate. Snakes that breed fakes that guide to hell's gates, mosque pulpits built with secular brick and slate. Lords and MPs, bate scholars, police, ISBs MCBs configurations of these stand shoulder to shoulder feet to feet microphone in their holster warmly greet, believers with salams and outstretched arms then on the radio speak say our boys are British soldiers. And pray for them they do dua for these vultures that rape and pillage, plunder burn and torture, they lay for them, turn us prey for them. I'd rather die I swear to God than betray like them.
blakstone - Darkdayz - Yeah U R
WG Reporting
Yeah you are the greatest nation raised.Yeah you are the light that sparked a cave.Yeah you are the torch that's yet to scorch again and blaze these dark days with men.Like those from way back when who faced their foes in rows, where one would stand off ten so lines would grow, so truth prevails and people know.Men embraced their end so falsehood fails and mercy flows.Now a days stars and stripes they blow to scar and strike, Bowie's knife rips our soul.They gun-ho with traitors rulers brought for dough, Fahad & Co made our lands a new Alamo.Now they gotta go, fakers in bed with gators must be bundled in catapults. Laters! They looked for ways to take us ways to break us, now rate this: Rome and Persia couldn't faze us!
AR(DPZ) Reporting
Yo yeah you are the leaders and not the followers, government do whatever they wanna cause they ain't stopping us.Locking us down and claiming they loving us,I'm living in a situation that's full of corrupt governance. So, yeah you are trying to shoot my peoples and run. Women and children die, bullets match your gun. It's not a joke it's not a game, so many living in pain, I'm getting pictures in my brain, blood rushing through my veins. Tell me what are you insane? Can't you hear me? Can't get my message across any more clearly. Man, you looking weary but really sincerely don't know which way this life is gona steer me, So, yeah you are really taking liberties, now its World War 3 and we fighting the enemies. And, yeah you are in the 21st Century; we ain't gone stop till the nation tastes victory,
AWAW Reporting
(Yeah you are) about to start a revolution, institutions will crumble, make them humble! Stumble and you'll lose abused it ain't an option, spark the fuse son, use the method we're adopting. Views erupt cus, cause most of them corrupt us. News channels and papers co-opt to confuse.
So far, yes you are the only face on the tube so what you say is paramount to how we view what you do we're depending on you. Yeah you are about to spear the blackest hearts. They fear the Takbeers! (so take them apart) and cheers that follow, for years we wallowed in tears, tomorrow we gear up and stuff them with Haq and make them swallow. Enough's enough! Were tired of rough shod Empires, you're fired, your deeds are cheap and ain't nobody buying. We weep you weep there ain't no other cheek to turn. Nobody sleeps while this bed burns. You get me though….Muslimeen!
blakstone - Darkdayz - Heroes
They took you cause you hold your own we know you ain't done nothing wrong (And they know). Locked up cause you spoke up. Won't be long. We do Dua that you stay strong (Cause you're our Heroes).
AWAW Reporting
I see them looking all shocked and puzzled because you bit them with the jaws that they thought were muzzled. One God, one Deen, one people, just takes one tussle, one Ummah, one leader one muscle.You know it only takes one word one shuffle and we'll open up the gates and put an end to the struggle, cant wait.
Been a while dreaming of the smile on the faces of them children. "Daddy's coming home from them places of torture" US bases where they fought you is land where you thought you'd be safe. Once upon a time when you told the truth about the state of Majal you could climb the roof, but now they're making up the proof cause they aint got nothing. Fighting nail and tooth trying to make up something cause it sounds so dumb when you numb the people cause they carry ideas, these Emirs they're evil. From Saudi to Uzbekistan we hit upon leaders working for the Shaytaan they bring it on, no shame. Same in Egypt, you get framed for Islam if you believe it aint a game. It's a shame and it breaks my heart to see them parked by the Masjid entrance when the Fajr starts, taking the names of the bearded. Mukhabaraat, defectors. Pray for Allah to protect us.
WG Reporting
Remember Farhad Usmanov? Brother got it hard cause he loved Allah so they killed him. Maimed at the hands of a tyrant left his children sad grieving.
Father was a martyr believing in better times and glory days, of Islam paving the way and no more treason. Today thought is fought with truncheons. Dungeons if you're caught cause you can't be bought still you punch in. Everyday you function delivering injunctions, even though your sought you hold fort. Banned for life but never lost scope, you rise up to disrobe all them despots. Life is short and you know but you still go, armed with words you kiss your own before you leave home. Wondering if it's your last kiss, if it's your last hug, touch the cheeks of your folks and make your last wish. All alone your wives hope you're strong enough to cope, and Lord knows you hold fast to His Rope. Remaining true to your Oath, it hurts they're boiling you alive but you won't halt. Allah bless-you. True believers you still strive for a better life may you never leave us. The trial's are fake, they took you cause you hold your own they know you ain't done nothing wrong. What does it take to get some justice at home? They can't mistreat us if they're overthrown.
AWAW Reporting
They tap the phones. Come raiding in the house at dawn with their foul mouths and guns blaring. Pointing the barrel at your head with your kids staring, scared for their life and your wife trying to hide her hair and swallow her pride cause she ain't even dressed right. Where's the nizam when you enter a brothers house with no "Salam"? The intentions to do him harm; carrying books ain't a crime why the firearm? Government crooks got their hooks in the middle classes spreading their farces and spying through them dark glasses Mukhabaraat. It's deafening the silence, nobody speaks cause they fear for the violence, it doesn't cease. In the midst of all this, warriors speak risk pain and being slain; promising change, rearranging the world order, dark days are upon us but they won't faulter. Upholding our honour while they face slaughter from them chicken head cowards come like tap water, running. Succumbing when the West come with tanks humming, fear in their breath. Turn the tables and watch them running, frightened to death. And yet they claim the capacity to rule we, the believing society. We pay homage to them brothers that were kick-starters, the revolution began with you, now you're martyrs Insha Allah.
WG Reporting
Locked up cause you spoke up. For what, you said the haq now they wana ruck, it sucks. Rulers that bow on a najis rug fool us, they shut a mosque just to make a buck. Perpetrators of a crime caught with their hands in the cookie jar, turning homes into abattoirs. A cover up at the high court charged with thought. 20 years is your time behind bars wrought with hate for every man who says Allah's Lord. Prostrate they call the hangman. You still stand supplicate raise your cuffed hands. It's God's plan hold your breath as the batons land. It's all fate ya Rahman. Just test your remind yourself, recite a verse calm your nerves as your heart pounds in your chest. It's all worth it when reimbursed with purse for a purchase beyond earth. Al-Firdous the purpose of you and I, amplify Moumineen yo till we die. Mortify as they wish still you wont cry, funny you got your progeny on standby. The agony of a world cursed, morality in a hearse never ones to watch and just stand by la walahi, never ones to turn the other cheek. You proceed with your deeds to dethrone and unify. March your steeds to the tyrants' gates hold your own good command and forbid the wrong for Deen's sake. Won't be long just a furlong, can't wait. We do dua that you stay strong. Now glorify! Takbeer Allahu'Akbar!
AWAW Reporting
I see them looking all shocked and puzzled because you bit them with the jaws that they thought were muzzled. One God, one Deen, one people, just takes one tussle, one Ummah, one leader one muscle.You know it only takes one word one shuffle and we'll open up the gates and put an end to the struggle, cant wait.
Been a while dreaming of the smile on the faces of them children. "Daddy's coming home from them places of torture" US bases where they fought you is land where you thought you'd be safe. Once upon a time when you told the truth about the state of Majal you could climb the roof, but now they're making up the proof cause they aint got nothing. Fighting nail and tooth trying to make up something cause it sounds so dumb when you numb the people cause they carry ideas, these Emirs they're evil. From Saudi to Uzbekistan we hit upon leaders working for the Shaytaan they bring it on, no shame. Same in Egypt, you get framed for Islam if you believe it aint a game. It's a shame and it breaks my heart to see them parked by the Masjid entrance when the Fajr starts, taking the names of the bearded. Mukhabaraat, defectors. Pray for Allah to protect us.
WG Reporting
Remember Farhad Usmanov? Brother got it hard cause he loved Allah so they killed him. Maimed at the hands of a tyrant left his children sad grieving.
Father was a martyr believing in better times and glory days, of Islam paving the way and no more treason. Today thought is fought with truncheons. Dungeons if you're caught cause you can't be bought still you punch in. Everyday you function delivering injunctions, even though your sought you hold fort. Banned for life but never lost scope, you rise up to disrobe all them despots. Life is short and you know but you still go, armed with words you kiss your own before you leave home. Wondering if it's your last kiss, if it's your last hug, touch the cheeks of your folks and make your last wish. All alone your wives hope you're strong enough to cope, and Lord knows you hold fast to His Rope. Remaining true to your Oath, it hurts they're boiling you alive but you won't halt. Allah bless-you. True believers you still strive for a better life may you never leave us. The trial's are fake, they took you cause you hold your own they know you ain't done nothing wrong. What does it take to get some justice at home? They can't mistreat us if they're overthrown.
AWAW Reporting
They tap the phones. Come raiding in the house at dawn with their foul mouths and guns blaring. Pointing the barrel at your head with your kids staring, scared for their life and your wife trying to hide her hair and swallow her pride cause she ain't even dressed right. Where's the nizam when you enter a brothers house with no "Salam"? The intentions to do him harm; carrying books ain't a crime why the firearm? Government crooks got their hooks in the middle classes spreading their farces and spying through them dark glasses Mukhabaraat. It's deafening the silence, nobody speaks cause they fear for the violence, it doesn't cease. In the midst of all this, warriors speak risk pain and being slain; promising change, rearranging the world order, dark days are upon us but they won't faulter. Upholding our honour while they face slaughter from them chicken head cowards come like tap water, running. Succumbing when the West come with tanks humming, fear in their breath. Turn the tables and watch them running, frightened to death. And yet they claim the capacity to rule we, the believing society. We pay homage to them brothers that were kick-starters, the revolution began with you, now you're martyrs Insha Allah.
WG Reporting
Locked up cause you spoke up. For what, you said the haq now they wana ruck, it sucks. Rulers that bow on a najis rug fool us, they shut a mosque just to make a buck. Perpetrators of a crime caught with their hands in the cookie jar, turning homes into abattoirs. A cover up at the high court charged with thought. 20 years is your time behind bars wrought with hate for every man who says Allah's Lord. Prostrate they call the hangman. You still stand supplicate raise your cuffed hands. It's God's plan hold your breath as the batons land. It's all fate ya Rahman. Just test your remind yourself, recite a verse calm your nerves as your heart pounds in your chest. It's all worth it when reimbursed with purse for a purchase beyond earth. Al-Firdous the purpose of you and I, amplify Moumineen yo till we die. Mortify as they wish still you wont cry, funny you got your progeny on standby. The agony of a world cursed, morality in a hearse never ones to watch and just stand by la walahi, never ones to turn the other cheek. You proceed with your deeds to dethrone and unify. March your steeds to the tyrants' gates hold your own good command and forbid the wrong for Deen's sake. Won't be long just a furlong, can't wait. We do dua that you stay strong. Now glorify! Takbeer Allahu'Akbar!
blakstone - Darkdayz - Close 2 me
WG Reporting
Yesterday I was dreaming I dreamt of The State we made, a place with purpose and meaning. I saw my people they were smiling not grieving, I saw our kids they were safe they were breathing. It felt nice can't describe the feeling, saw their eyes not a tear they were clear and gleaming. It was steaming hot still we filled the spot, the sun melting pots dark dayz forgot. And no more talk of war and of bombs to drop, under Allah's Shade and Shield and fearing not. No more bleeding due scheming dogs on thrones, whom plot with foes to spread woes, the stench of rot. And that's how it's supposed to be. I look around and all I see today is poverty and misery from systems ruling over me with blasphemy.
Their tool kufur rule it's a catastrophe when these dastardly thugs and punks they rapidly bunk from wars upon our shores but have the spunk to fight the poor; a tragedy they front parade our guns but non would blast for me. Instead they blast at me our blood is cheap it seems, under-siege for the life we lead. So we dream and hope constantly that we won't succumb like some become the ones who wait complacently for the Mahadi to come. No way no how that's not for me believe we rise right here and now. And break our backs to bring it back. And pray and bow oh Allah save us now, we made a pact to pay them back. 75 Swords pledged to lay them flat its time to act. Dark Dayz made our shoulders broader, offer the sun the moon no turning back. I told you we're Soldiers!
AWAW Reporting
It ain't easy trying to write these rhymes; describe my life, in times immersed in hate for mine, can you relate? These Kaffir love to see us cry. I keep a straight face smile when the cops go by because they hate me. My name is enough for arrest. Its like a game to these Kaffir play with daily threats they know they can't maintain, Taghut, right now they run it but these thugs don't own the hood. The world is ours. You and I live and die for Deen, we share the same hopes, it seems we cope with the same foes and cling to the same rope, Mustaqeem. We walk the same path and we graft for the dream. You know, we trying but sometimes its hard. My generation inherited it charred and scarred and now we fighting. It's a global attack. The prophet fought the Jahliyah but they bringing it back with jets and tanks. A battle for our hearts and minds, they wanna erase the sunnah and Kitab combined. We know it's a faze, the promise, that was already made, Your last favour, delivered and appropriately named; now defamed Ya Allah! They're strangling your Deen, ya Rahim, ya Hakim, ya Ghaffar. I got sisters getting raped in Jail. The pearls of this world, curled into balls unveiled and defaced. Abdallah's getting maimed and slain and sent home to his mother in a plastic case. And she don't even recognize his face and her next son's already taken up his place. Our leaders are a disgrace, that's why we working hard everyday for the State. And make no mistake, we made a covenant, that ain't gonna break, to make this deen the most dominant for Allah's sake.
blakstone - Darkdayz - Place 2 B
AWAW Reporting
A life of broken dreams. Inside your stressing but fear stops you confessing, your in a mess and he's pressing, another punch and a lesson in keeping it hush, hush. Don't want nobody guessing the reason your face is puffed. Concealing it's a test and why you lying to yourself "it ain't abuse as such"? A couple of days if you "don't touch it wont hurt much"? And no-one knows that you're getting a kicking. Take what you're given. You're driven by the decision division's a worse condition? Reminisce about the old days when you first met him, used to listen to that Cold Play CD all day. Now you scared of footsteps in your hallway. The Dramas are real when they ain't in roll play! The drinks just a faze you reckon?
He's out for days on end on benders, pub crawls, bars, they beckon him. Binge beating, week out and week in, your thinking your imperfections may be the cause of his interjections. And while his kicking your face in know your place and brace yourself, your health's a secondary case. First comes the free thought, freedom of will, the freedom to drink, the freedom to beat, the freedom to thrill. The freedoms are ill, still that's your policy, I pity you silly, freedom committee made a prison of your city. Exploiting you at best, the rest avoiding you, address the mess destroying you.
AR (DPZ) Reporting
Yo I know this dude named D he used to roll wit me, growing up together trying to make doe with me. We both used to spit so he did shows with me,a lot hard headed than a kid supposed to be.
As time progressed the minds get stressed, see him chilling on the staircase smoking on cess. Must confess times was hard moms was tripping. Slowly started slipping, drug dealing and shots peeling. Graffiti like wallpaper on the wall, even your homeboys praying for your downfall sounds raw. Now he be supplying the fiends. Incoming cash flow moneymaking machines. Turn around found himself stuck up by his own team, all for the love of the cream. Back on the scene fresh outta jail look where it got him, lying on the floor coz they shot him.
HH Reporting
Yeah you know Ottman they called him the pimp. He had a silver M3 always walked with a limp. He thought he was hot, thought his whole game was on lock. He thought nothing could ever touch him even the cops. So he'll go up West on a Friday night. Thinking everything is jiggy and the mood is right. You know jam up in the rave and have a party like. Impressing chicks with drinks with expensive price. Astaghfirullah brother commits sin after sin. Thinks he don't need Allah to look after him. So instead of worshipping he's being a slave to his whims. Watch how everything will switch and turn all grim.
Boom, one night after unlawful sex, he came back to his crib looking kinda vexed. Cause the protection split and he don't want kids yet. Guess what he does smoke weed the usual flex.Two weeks on he She was pregnant, he thought deep like a well. What's he gonna do now how's he gonna bail from this drama that is getting stuck to him like a tail. So two days later he goes to the clinic trying to sort out the abortion but he feels kind of timid. The nurse goes don't worry its not too harmful but before she does anything she needs a blood sample. Blood sample taken Ottman leaves the hospital. Couple days later he thought he cleared the obstacle. One week on sisters round him like maids, he gets a phone call from the doctor who told him he had aids.
WG Reporting
Its Friday night tower hamlet is buzzing. Young Mo hits the street with his mate and cousin looking for weed to feed his throat with smoke. Flat broke but crime pays he thought and jacked folks. So now he 's got dough on road he links up with cats from way back whose hearts have turned cold. Still Mo flashes a bill looking for weights, but Cats trade smack and wanna get paid. So young Mo is forced they pull a blade and say evaluate your course upgrade or else. His mates afraid push him of the fence. Mind made he takes the kiss of death. He's stressed wondering how his fate came to this, staggers home alone stoned quarter to six. Mums praying fajr he gives his a miss feeling nice and chris pondering consequence. Next day Mo' wakes feeling an itch a crave missing the kiss from a pipe to his whims a slave. And although he fights a good fight mo caves and ignites a spark to blaze his life away. Burning his soul on the foil that he lights each day. Stealing Jewellery from his mum to pay. Mums cries and finds her sons a junkie thief. Sad denied & ashamed he packs and leaves. Roaming the streets in grief wrapped in cardboard sheets Mo begs and pleads whilst inside he bleeds. Remembering the days when he cotched with peeps and family, remembering Eid and sweets the irony. Now on the floor he sleeps; cold subway stairs; alleyways and streets. Selling himself to every single perv he meets to feed the need of every single perv in heat. So next time you see mo you'll what I mean, that Deen is all you need to fight your inner demons.
blakstone - Darkdayz - Geeza Strip
WG Reporting
Just the other day tanks rolled in smashing everything from the School-yard to the building. Gassing my hometown as they downed their shells on crowds to pound, thrashing. Bombs mashing drown the sounds. We cry why another grave (man)? Another round another blaze (man)? Bullets spray another prey, another brave man, made a pact so it's on we stand our ground. Gotta act grab a stone cause the drone's just a throw away (man) hound gotta pay (man). Save my fam and my own (man), stashing just a rock in my hand sling shot black hawk down crashing. What now? See me turning and dashing. Vowed somehow to liberate so we clashing with a passion, learning to ration, my mate got a bashing so I'm lashing with no Kalashnikov brov. Olive branch and a white dove: get stuffed!Got no love for fascist and ruling factions spurning my people's right of return. Dawn raid sirens flashing and Gaza is burning (gov) yearning for action. Churning Shaheeds earning their patch and mansions. See even in Eid we bleed, whilst you eat them sweets. And hit the streets so you clubs to beats and move your feet puffin on hash and weed, whilst we're getting beats as they club our knees, when we hit the streets to protect our peeps. Trust it's all trauma, they bust and keep blasting but like a fashion It's never lasting, we got diplomas for raw guts. And that's the life we lead its pure drama you must have caught a glimpse on Panaroma.
AWAW Reporting
Call yourselves gansters emulating hoods and thugs and toting them guns and snorting them drugs.
Well integrated, now you live in the pubs, twist up your hip and lip with sisters at them late nightclubs, acting like misfits, rub in public on the red nightbus. And not a thought though we fight daily, you know us, the Gaza youth of Islam, maybe too grown up. The Deen is different in the West, I guess its just too tough? We don't confess to know your problems but it don't sound much (you jokers). In no position to be dosing they're killing us while we're wishing for an intermission. Unhealthy living cause the foundations give in eventually we all expect to see our bedrooms fall in to our kitchens. Now Baba's (father) missing and its been two days having visions of rigormortis. He taught us that when they fought us to expect the worst. We curse the governments for slacking on their covenants, for sending regards instead of their armies. Now the lack of response is driving us barmy. How does Egypt respond? The border guards bar me. Ring the alarm, the situation's lacking Islam. They build a wall to fence us in like Animal Farm. We vow to give up nothing though they're roughing us up. Can't get to school in case they shoot at the bus. A pistol whipping if your caught nipping out after class and that's a blessing see the tanks roll in bringing much death in to the lesson, you bet it's depressing. We're pressing day by day to guard the Masjid yakhi we live this way. We have to dodge their Apaches on Monday, sneak Mama past the checkpoint Tuesday, no Baba cause they shot him Wednesday much harder now to find food Thursday, wahlahi if I had it my way, we'd all be living in Khilafah Friday, insha'Allah. Welcome to the Geezer Strip. Some call it the Gaza but we flipped the script. I heard you got it dope but you're smoking it. We trying to get to school without the pistol-whip, you get me! Welcome to Al-Aqsa's home we carrying the light but in the dark we roam. Sons of Islam but under whom we're grown? 1.5 billion why we home alone? Welcome to the Gezzer Strip. You watch it on the news while we're feeling it. They're trying to take Al-Aqsa we protecting it. You call yourselves gangsta's but you don't know $&!+
Just the other day tanks rolled in smashing everything from the School-yard to the building. Gassing my hometown as they downed their shells on crowds to pound, thrashing. Bombs mashing drown the sounds. We cry why another grave (man)? Another round another blaze (man)? Bullets spray another prey, another brave man, made a pact so it's on we stand our ground. Gotta act grab a stone cause the drone's just a throw away (man) hound gotta pay (man). Save my fam and my own (man), stashing just a rock in my hand sling shot black hawk down crashing. What now? See me turning and dashing. Vowed somehow to liberate so we clashing with a passion, learning to ration, my mate got a bashing so I'm lashing with no Kalashnikov brov. Olive branch and a white dove: get stuffed!Got no love for fascist and ruling factions spurning my people's right of return. Dawn raid sirens flashing and Gaza is burning (gov) yearning for action. Churning Shaheeds earning their patch and mansions. See even in Eid we bleed, whilst you eat them sweets. And hit the streets so you clubs to beats and move your feet puffin on hash and weed, whilst we're getting beats as they club our knees, when we hit the streets to protect our peeps. Trust it's all trauma, they bust and keep blasting but like a fashion It's never lasting, we got diplomas for raw guts. And that's the life we lead its pure drama you must have caught a glimpse on Panaroma.
AWAW Reporting
Call yourselves gansters emulating hoods and thugs and toting them guns and snorting them drugs.
Well integrated, now you live in the pubs, twist up your hip and lip with sisters at them late nightclubs, acting like misfits, rub in public on the red nightbus. And not a thought though we fight daily, you know us, the Gaza youth of Islam, maybe too grown up. The Deen is different in the West, I guess its just too tough? We don't confess to know your problems but it don't sound much (you jokers). In no position to be dosing they're killing us while we're wishing for an intermission. Unhealthy living cause the foundations give in eventually we all expect to see our bedrooms fall in to our kitchens. Now Baba's (father) missing and its been two days having visions of rigormortis. He taught us that when they fought us to expect the worst. We curse the governments for slacking on their covenants, for sending regards instead of their armies. Now the lack of response is driving us barmy. How does Egypt respond? The border guards bar me. Ring the alarm, the situation's lacking Islam. They build a wall to fence us in like Animal Farm. We vow to give up nothing though they're roughing us up. Can't get to school in case they shoot at the bus. A pistol whipping if your caught nipping out after class and that's a blessing see the tanks roll in bringing much death in to the lesson, you bet it's depressing. We're pressing day by day to guard the Masjid yakhi we live this way. We have to dodge their Apaches on Monday, sneak Mama past the checkpoint Tuesday, no Baba cause they shot him Wednesday much harder now to find food Thursday, wahlahi if I had it my way, we'd all be living in Khilafah Friday, insha'Allah. Welcome to the Geezer Strip. Some call it the Gaza but we flipped the script. I heard you got it dope but you're smoking it. We trying to get to school without the pistol-whip, you get me! Welcome to Al-Aqsa's home we carrying the light but in the dark we roam. Sons of Islam but under whom we're grown? 1.5 billion why we home alone? Welcome to the Gezzer Strip. You watch it on the news while we're feeling it. They're trying to take Al-Aqsa we protecting it. You call yourselves gangsta's but you don't know $&!+
blakstone - Darkdayz - Darkdayz
WG Reporting
The sun does rise but mate darkness is steady, it tries to shine, too late darkness is heavy. It stays behind lingers in hearts and minds ready to spawn its child hate and strike my kind. Lately it's hard to find a spot safe for yours and mine, I swear to God our blood soaks this earth already. Gujarat we died the world watched us count bodies, we tried to fight a mad mob that embodied a nation's hate. Musharraf played as we got it, New Delhi made and armed the mob with machetes & pitchforks they sliced a pregnant sister's belly. They stabbed her child before her eyes torched her body. She died twice these cowards will die plenty.
From Abu Ghraib Fatima cries for men if there remains any. She's raped daily by cowards empowered mainly by rulers with power to act the facts are seen plainly. She cries 'they done shamed me they raped and then maimed me' inside her hope dies she cries 'please come save me'. Our blood for oil its our blood for pennies, Bush soils my soil my blood it boils like many. I recoil and just bounce back to slap up any Rulers on pay-packs we struggle and toil against these rats who aint loyal In contracts to deen spoil. No they aint royal their thrones from tinfoil and God's is sturdy and when these tyrants die the skies will rain confetti. We'll celebrate cause all we've known is turmoil & heart-brake from these snakes embroiled in laws foiled cause man makes so man brakes and spoils. We wake and its open hunting season on everybody believing even children are beaten left bleeding not breathing. My people are grieving as these blasphemous demons are weaving their lies, now every nation the worthless and worth-little tries. Feening they gather round us ravenous feasting & feeding on hearts minds yearning for reason from treasonous spies. They lie and all for spoils of oil, we die rebelling and deening alive we've been boiled but yo we are still going.
AWAW Reporting
War is knocking non stop on those with not a lot. In the charities they guarantee vanity, crescent or cross. In the age of power, just couple hours whole cities are lost.Who empowers those who devour that which most would rather not? Hunger scours seeking rememberance from tongues who prayer forgot. Not to mention the Wall Street henchmen with their stench of greed and rotten invention for peace prevention called pre-emption. Now we've got international money men with interest loans to cripple crops. On condition their missionaries get to build their steeple tops on the graves of the babies laid to waste by gas laced missile tops. Now embark on the same free market which stole everything they got, all the choices promised through open democracy come to silence the voices of those who practice polygamies, they rejoice in the pregnancies of their pre-teens. Enjoying their things, they meet in the chatrooms of cyberspace, with subscribers who hide their face behind aliases. Embrace in the dark streets on dark dayz, in the gaze of peep-hole freaks with their dark ways, in parkways where the homosexuals meet. Politicians, they're quick to greet the decisions that put the weak in positions, too scared too speak of the visions of famine reeking havoc its savage but there you have it. The marriage of man made systems and carrots that come with sticks to disparage what contradicts to their ravage apocalypse. And we've had it we're losing grip and its sad cause we're all there is in these dark days, Dark Dayz.
The sun does rise but mate darkness is steady, it tries to shine, too late darkness is heavy. It stays behind lingers in hearts and minds ready to spawn its child hate and strike my kind. Lately it's hard to find a spot safe for yours and mine, I swear to God our blood soaks this earth already. Gujarat we died the world watched us count bodies, we tried to fight a mad mob that embodied a nation's hate. Musharraf played as we got it, New Delhi made and armed the mob with machetes & pitchforks they sliced a pregnant sister's belly. They stabbed her child before her eyes torched her body. She died twice these cowards will die plenty.
From Abu Ghraib Fatima cries for men if there remains any. She's raped daily by cowards empowered mainly by rulers with power to act the facts are seen plainly. She cries 'they done shamed me they raped and then maimed me' inside her hope dies she cries 'please come save me'. Our blood for oil its our blood for pennies, Bush soils my soil my blood it boils like many. I recoil and just bounce back to slap up any Rulers on pay-packs we struggle and toil against these rats who aint loyal In contracts to deen spoil. No they aint royal their thrones from tinfoil and God's is sturdy and when these tyrants die the skies will rain confetti. We'll celebrate cause all we've known is turmoil & heart-brake from these snakes embroiled in laws foiled cause man makes so man brakes and spoils. We wake and its open hunting season on everybody believing even children are beaten left bleeding not breathing. My people are grieving as these blasphemous demons are weaving their lies, now every nation the worthless and worth-little tries. Feening they gather round us ravenous feasting & feeding on hearts minds yearning for reason from treasonous spies. They lie and all for spoils of oil, we die rebelling and deening alive we've been boiled but yo we are still going.
AWAW Reporting
War is knocking non stop on those with not a lot. In the charities they guarantee vanity, crescent or cross. In the age of power, just couple hours whole cities are lost.Who empowers those who devour that which most would rather not? Hunger scours seeking rememberance from tongues who prayer forgot. Not to mention the Wall Street henchmen with their stench of greed and rotten invention for peace prevention called pre-emption. Now we've got international money men with interest loans to cripple crops. On condition their missionaries get to build their steeple tops on the graves of the babies laid to waste by gas laced missile tops. Now embark on the same free market which stole everything they got, all the choices promised through open democracy come to silence the voices of those who practice polygamies, they rejoice in the pregnancies of their pre-teens. Enjoying their things, they meet in the chatrooms of cyberspace, with subscribers who hide their face behind aliases. Embrace in the dark streets on dark dayz, in the gaze of peep-hole freaks with their dark ways, in parkways where the homosexuals meet. Politicians, they're quick to greet the decisions that put the weak in positions, too scared too speak of the visions of famine reeking havoc its savage but there you have it. The marriage of man made systems and carrots that come with sticks to disparage what contradicts to their ravage apocalypse. And we've had it we're losing grip and its sad cause we're all there is in these dark days, Dark Dayz.
blakstone - Darkdayz - Contest
You don't wanna talk no trash about me, homie fact is fact so why can't you see, that we on the grind it's really not easy living in the West I'm trying to hold my deen, yes I got troops just like you got too, don't blame on me what was started by you. Now you in too deep you feel the pressure I know, don't stick your foot in where you just can't go.
AR (DPZ) Reporting
Yeah homie we on the harvest predicting like Nostradamus, the flow has been sent upon us to keep it truthful and honest. Who can stand up the longest? Cops wanna run up on us, stop and searches happening everyday they're jumping right on us. It's not a dream it's not a nightmare these catz are looking quite scared, at the situations that's happening right here. Civilians feeling mixed emotions of hatred and fear, Bush and Blair dropping bombs on children but do they care? And somewhere along the line I pray that everybody see the signs, take a good look read in between the lines. Gotta watch my step I see so many land mines being thrown at me ticking much more faster than the hands of time. Planning my escape lyrics that penetrate that demonstrate eliminate over approximate estimates. Gotta concentrate okay you really wanna hate, we correlate the dots show you the picture so you can't hesitate. Yo I got a couple minutes left I better use it well, choose to tell something productive don't wanna burn in hell. Words propel like a canon looking like a crash landing. Universe is expanding Soldiers better stay standing to the end. I know this system drives you round the bend, counting 10s 20s and 50s money's the root to sin. Losing friends day by day I hope you hearing what I say, truth is like a sniper, on target, lyrics don't ricochet. Penetrate, government label me like a renegade, blood on my people but Bush says it's pink lemonade.
Do you believe all the trash that you hearing, you driving in the wrong direction you need to check your steering. Better play by the rules, before you step in my shoes; think about your religion everyday blamed on the news. It's time to refuse this misuse of justice. Representing the truth got proof so you can trust this, what!
WG Reporting
All u read is nonsense lies, deceit; media ponces. Government spawns spreading their fasis through regiment clones. Press pawns feeding the masses, anti terror laws by wanna be lords harasses mine and yours. Xenophobes they take the micky son, Islamaphobes in plush robes run city guns. Situation's getting sticky like molasses; Civilisational clashes, secular fascist. Allow the titans David bashes Goliath with caches of Blakstone for government drones known for fasigs seen! Brought for cash they pass lies and lash, our Deen deemed the past when the Ummah's mashed. Imams put through class to give Friday mass on their secular trash when their home-grown like grass. Cabinet passed and blessed, Satan's Quest, they call it CONTEST, Integrate and you've transgressed they harness carrots and sticks. They build a mosques and the cause to stampede it with pigs looking for terrorist still. Mothers in wheel chairs, yeah that your terrorist bill, Parliament Square and the Hill is where real terrorist chill – still.
AR (DPZ) Reporting
Yeah homie we on the harvest predicting like Nostradamus, the flow has been sent upon us to keep it truthful and honest. Who can stand up the longest? Cops wanna run up on us, stop and searches happening everyday they're jumping right on us. It's not a dream it's not a nightmare these catz are looking quite scared, at the situations that's happening right here. Civilians feeling mixed emotions of hatred and fear, Bush and Blair dropping bombs on children but do they care? And somewhere along the line I pray that everybody see the signs, take a good look read in between the lines. Gotta watch my step I see so many land mines being thrown at me ticking much more faster than the hands of time. Planning my escape lyrics that penetrate that demonstrate eliminate over approximate estimates. Gotta concentrate okay you really wanna hate, we correlate the dots show you the picture so you can't hesitate. Yo I got a couple minutes left I better use it well, choose to tell something productive don't wanna burn in hell. Words propel like a canon looking like a crash landing. Universe is expanding Soldiers better stay standing to the end. I know this system drives you round the bend, counting 10s 20s and 50s money's the root to sin. Losing friends day by day I hope you hearing what I say, truth is like a sniper, on target, lyrics don't ricochet. Penetrate, government label me like a renegade, blood on my people but Bush says it's pink lemonade.
Do you believe all the trash that you hearing, you driving in the wrong direction you need to check your steering. Better play by the rules, before you step in my shoes; think about your religion everyday blamed on the news. It's time to refuse this misuse of justice. Representing the truth got proof so you can trust this, what!
WG Reporting
All u read is nonsense lies, deceit; media ponces. Government spawns spreading their fasis through regiment clones. Press pawns feeding the masses, anti terror laws by wanna be lords harasses mine and yours. Xenophobes they take the micky son, Islamaphobes in plush robes run city guns. Situation's getting sticky like molasses; Civilisational clashes, secular fascist. Allow the titans David bashes Goliath with caches of Blakstone for government drones known for fasigs seen! Brought for cash they pass lies and lash, our Deen deemed the past when the Ummah's mashed. Imams put through class to give Friday mass on their secular trash when their home-grown like grass. Cabinet passed and blessed, Satan's Quest, they call it CONTEST, Integrate and you've transgressed they harness carrots and sticks. They build a mosques and the cause to stampede it with pigs looking for terrorist still. Mothers in wheel chairs, yeah that your terrorist bill, Parliament Square and the Hill is where real terrorist chill – still.
blakstone - Darkdayz - Apologies
AWAW Reporting
2004 and things have changed it ain't the same no more. Whilst before they only stared at you, nowadays they try to force their opinion, entering your dominion talking about rights and your low stature. Everything from your role as a mother, to the scarf that you cover with, in the stands, bearing witness to one thing or another and overruled if you object, your honour is under pressure, cause the shields that protect you are getting shorter and lesser. I see you struggle just to find meals, fighting the wind and rain in search of those Halal deals, knowing the gain is yet to come and when there's no wheels you carry baby Zahra in one hand till she feels heavier than the shopping bags.
My son at your heals trying hard to be a man in the absence of his father. Hand inside your hand trying to lead you through the jahil streets, reciting Suras that you taught him only just last week. You're my rock you give me strength and power through your insistence that we both go out and carry this dawah. I love my sisters and I'll die before I see you harmed in front of me, then in my grave I'll beg invoke Allah to see you free from all the suffering you've felt so far because of me. I let it slip and now the damned Kuffar are blatantly attacking you, your ideas, your loves, your fears and for years all we have seen are your tears forgive us sister.
WG Reporting
They don't know you, think they got you sussed. Got the world believing that you grieving down to us. In the West its tough, it ain't enough that they swear and frown at you they even dare to raise their hands at you.
I know its hard walking them streets and boulevards from your head to your feet jilbabed and scarved. With sun blazing heat burning up the concrete, folks gazing like you're about to bomb the high street. Enough hate in their glares to get your skin scarred and barred from schoolyards by the bourgeois. Cause where you're at what you wear is un-bearable part of the fact is your faith is un-tearable. You got'em all shook, so their new hook is banning your veil and liberating you with New Look, Season Channel, nudity, Gucci and Fcuk as they cook a plot in their melting pot that simmers in hell well. These damn crooks, they want us all hooked on their secular thought caught up in a war fought through magazines and books pumping their liberal filth and gook, their plan is destroy your Iman and have Islam forsook. And now they' re searching every cranny and nook, and now they're marching out their armies and sending their spooks. Even back home ain't as safe as it should be, I swear we're working hard so it would be. You see the West's is planning in stealth hence all you've seen in Philastine has been drama and death. In Iraq all we've had is pure trauma and wealth usurped, whilst your kids struggle for breath. And it's a mess but you stand firm nevertheless. Tall and proud in your shroud you wont settle for less. Oppressed, living in fear did make you cry, Mutasima fell on deaf ears but didn't brake you. It made you a soldier you stayed true and now you're striving raising an army to save you. Never again allowing a man to enslave you, a brave few reviving a nation beside you and rising!
AWAW Reporting
And it's a Fard that we protect your honour. I know its hard to believe you have so many brothers and still ain't safe in the streets today. You're missing school again and again and they say they'll let you attend, sister as long as you bend but you stand straight and tall, jilbab and all, going from school to school, checking their protocols. Although you do value your education, no hesitation in rejecting calls for integration, standing ovation. You understand this is test no less and progress is just a matter of who worships best. So redress the balance, aim much higher than that. Become a mother, doctor, engineer no fear it's a fact you can do anything you want to do your limits are, that which are sent down by your creator and you know they hate that and all the fuss they make is only cause they're jealous. A pack of wolves hunting the sheep don't weep your shepherds are back and they're stacked with an agenda not to render this Deen. Aint no pretenders like the leaders we've seen. Believe we say what we mean. I know its hard being a throne-less Queen, Al Hakim has promised all that you dream. And in between that time and this, persist, stay strong, as long as we exist we'll do our best to assist. You belong to an Ummah that is fighting hard to rid you of wrong. I know its hard and your tired and scarred from all the places your barred, but don't cry you know we've come this far, try till we die fi si bil Allah.
2004 and things have changed it ain't the same no more. Whilst before they only stared at you, nowadays they try to force their opinion, entering your dominion talking about rights and your low stature. Everything from your role as a mother, to the scarf that you cover with, in the stands, bearing witness to one thing or another and overruled if you object, your honour is under pressure, cause the shields that protect you are getting shorter and lesser. I see you struggle just to find meals, fighting the wind and rain in search of those Halal deals, knowing the gain is yet to come and when there's no wheels you carry baby Zahra in one hand till she feels heavier than the shopping bags.
My son at your heals trying hard to be a man in the absence of his father. Hand inside your hand trying to lead you through the jahil streets, reciting Suras that you taught him only just last week. You're my rock you give me strength and power through your insistence that we both go out and carry this dawah. I love my sisters and I'll die before I see you harmed in front of me, then in my grave I'll beg invoke Allah to see you free from all the suffering you've felt so far because of me. I let it slip and now the damned Kuffar are blatantly attacking you, your ideas, your loves, your fears and for years all we have seen are your tears forgive us sister.
WG Reporting
They don't know you, think they got you sussed. Got the world believing that you grieving down to us. In the West its tough, it ain't enough that they swear and frown at you they even dare to raise their hands at you.
I know its hard walking them streets and boulevards from your head to your feet jilbabed and scarved. With sun blazing heat burning up the concrete, folks gazing like you're about to bomb the high street. Enough hate in their glares to get your skin scarred and barred from schoolyards by the bourgeois. Cause where you're at what you wear is un-bearable part of the fact is your faith is un-tearable. You got'em all shook, so their new hook is banning your veil and liberating you with New Look, Season Channel, nudity, Gucci and Fcuk as they cook a plot in their melting pot that simmers in hell well. These damn crooks, they want us all hooked on their secular thought caught up in a war fought through magazines and books pumping their liberal filth and gook, their plan is destroy your Iman and have Islam forsook. And now they' re searching every cranny and nook, and now they're marching out their armies and sending their spooks. Even back home ain't as safe as it should be, I swear we're working hard so it would be. You see the West's is planning in stealth hence all you've seen in Philastine has been drama and death. In Iraq all we've had is pure trauma and wealth usurped, whilst your kids struggle for breath. And it's a mess but you stand firm nevertheless. Tall and proud in your shroud you wont settle for less. Oppressed, living in fear did make you cry, Mutasima fell on deaf ears but didn't brake you. It made you a soldier you stayed true and now you're striving raising an army to save you. Never again allowing a man to enslave you, a brave few reviving a nation beside you and rising!
AWAW Reporting
And it's a Fard that we protect your honour. I know its hard to believe you have so many brothers and still ain't safe in the streets today. You're missing school again and again and they say they'll let you attend, sister as long as you bend but you stand straight and tall, jilbab and all, going from school to school, checking their protocols. Although you do value your education, no hesitation in rejecting calls for integration, standing ovation. You understand this is test no less and progress is just a matter of who worships best. So redress the balance, aim much higher than that. Become a mother, doctor, engineer no fear it's a fact you can do anything you want to do your limits are, that which are sent down by your creator and you know they hate that and all the fuss they make is only cause they're jealous. A pack of wolves hunting the sheep don't weep your shepherds are back and they're stacked with an agenda not to render this Deen. Aint no pretenders like the leaders we've seen. Believe we say what we mean. I know its hard being a throne-less Queen, Al Hakim has promised all that you dream. And in between that time and this, persist, stay strong, as long as we exist we'll do our best to assist. You belong to an Ummah that is fighting hard to rid you of wrong. I know its hard and your tired and scarred from all the places your barred, but don't cry you know we've come this far, try till we die fi si bil Allah.
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