Aiyo, so heres the thing right.The topic is BASICALLY being opressed or pushed to a limit, so much that its either do or die,You're comin back swingin, not takin shit anymore-however you want to call it.
As usual my verse deals with Muslims and surrounding issues, it shows what we WERE, what we've been reduced to, a little inspiration for the oppressed and then the ENOUGH IS ENOUGH bit.
As far as my brothas are concerned, i dont think they need explanation.
Gents i give you Mc Anonymous and Yah-Hah Scott
Lets Go
Mc Anonymous:
walk into a person, think I'm stalking cause they cursing
they blurting, unnerving, worse when they barking because it's hurting
I'm furious, and I'm certain, I'm losing what is my purpose
write cursive, to show the yearning, my heart gives from all its spurting
knowing I'm losing, showing abusive notions and movements
hoping improvement from oppression; it's sewing it's students
and OH I was stupid.... and now the Anger is fuming
I'm breaking mirrors, breaking spirits, wire hanger abusive
At breaking points, I don't give a fuck anymore
everywhere I'm scorned, I don't live with much on my door
suicidal, homicidal, viral, sick in the head
written instead, on my wild vitals ''witness is dead''
the undulation ceases, the waves decreases, I'm leaving
my spirit leaking from the cuts that the hanger was beating
I'm sick of tired of wicked liars, I'm tired of crying
I'm tired of oppression, tired of the life I'm despising
Arabian Shady:
My backdrop's the land of the ancient legends, i stand reppin
A muslim man growin up on the sands, withstand testin
Reminiscin of a past that passed, with no present,
see its sad when we think of facts thatve proceeded 9/11
Oppression,brutality, civilian casualities,stereotypical
attacks on muslims like they were allergies, yea
see none of it ADD's up , its irrational mathematicaly
compare a graph of death rates, & our's shows linearity
we've been painted a picture,each stroke touches and misses
islams perception's being sold, like it is a new business
We've fathered your reasearch,the basis of your missions:
general sciences, medicine, mathematics and physics,
We are not what press writes,thats fictional like a dream
A shot of "Act-right" could freshen, things up like the greens
OR I could stay true to the stererotype,press the trigga and
scream, Bism-i-ALLAH - Al - Rah - man - Al - Ra - heem
Yah-Hah:
Native and crazed, in a white mans land disguise erasin my face,
So blatant we say, we're happy see we're laughing as we play in the maze.
And I'm hatin your race, shit I'm fuckin blaming your race,
My people of the poorest type, the ones you ignorin right,
On this reservation we stay, bribed with shining bright offerings,
Shiny lights and slot machines Native pride disguised,
with no pride through my tiny tight property,
He said make it personal but already know all my life story,
Its quite gory, jumpin off 5 stories but God just wont fight for me,
Read it its quite boring," just one more sob story,
And i bet his moms sorry, watch how this slobs boring,
Top of my lungs native pride till the day I die before rhyming begins,
Colonization right guys, nothin but white lies justifying your sins,
Cowboys without toys but still they're limitless in tyrants,
Still killed by savages, these bad bitches so primative and violent,
And so given this is my gift I'm givin it to my kids,
So their innocence and life is no longer stricken with the blindness,
Even my kids are strippin up these white kids,
rippin up their sides and my tears drippin when I'm fightin,
My polite smile is quite wild, killin em, killin em with kindness,
Opressed to the point I cant walk,
stressed with a joint I can't stop they say I'm blessed,
but I confess I'm annoyed by all this tan talk,
Sleepin with no holes just bones straight stretched in this damn box,
So with my tomahawk I'm choppin off ya face and race till my hand stops,
Appreciate the effort peeps, please leave feed
PEACE!