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.