What's the frontin for son?
Sooner or later, this life is gonna be gone!
Bump your block in your area code
Haven't you heard?
These I'm operating in guerrilla mode
Switched off CNN, crushed the remote in my hand
Picked up the Quran to read about the martyrs and
What's my path? Time to choose it
Life is use it or loose it
Sunday nights when the blues hit, pictured a rose with it
So I picked up the pad and scribbled some pro's
My mind froze, but my hand quivered
Got an idea to make a quick buck, didn't bother to jot it
I'm still broke so I must've forgot it
A night of powerful phenomenon during the last days of Ramadan
First to believe, I pray that I'm the last to run
Absent these days is bravery without a gun
And two daughters without a son, God gave us another one
I'm sick of nonsense hypocritical rules who sit and do nothing
About the harm that they do us
I live in the U.S
But everyday I think of leaving this nation
The ummah was founded when the order came my migration
[Hook]
My jihad is up to me, strugglin' with the lies caused me to be free
My jihad is up to me, going to war with the pen, so you can bring your army
Coming with the lyrical ammunition from a position
Deep underground to avoid the enemy rounds
Stay symmetrical
Blood pounds inside the __________
Keepin' it steady with the trigger finger, I'm ready
Manifest destiny, historically got the best of me
Clamped the umbilical
I only grew to by cynical
Colonialism distorted the mechanism
Divide and conquer methodology
Is evil psychology
Dropping bombs with impunity, wind security
Fairytales for citizens who suffer from innocence
Keepin' it sceptical inside my scholar's arsenal
So I lay waste every avasary
I burry materialism, your idol
Mentally suicidal
Rebel militia
Mujahideen on a mission
[Hook]
My jihad is up to me, strugglin' with the lies caused me to be free
My jihad is up to me, goin' to war with the pen, so you can bring your army
Drop it colossal
Some stay abstract like Pica**o
Never debate the ignorant because it's not worth the ha**le
Just give ‘em the message say peace and then I'm out
Content was on point, so I never needed to shout
Struggling on many fronts
In as many ways
Took it underground, no doubt
Sometimes I miss the sun's rays
Where are you those who open your wallets to pay us?
Next thing ya know, them pagan a**es collaborators
The key is to stay independent
Give our lives to defend it
A mystery to the weak, only the strong comprehend us
Strapped with the truth, so I didn't wear the explosives
Lyrics are into sorts
So don't confuse ‘em with roses
I wasn't born in the deen, I'm one of the ones who chose it
Spit it in small amounts just to prevent overdoses
[Hook]
My jihad is up to me, strugglin' with the lies caused me to be free
My jihad is up to me, goin' to war with the pen, so you can bring your army
[Hook]
My jihad is up to me, strugglin' with the lies caused me to be free
My jihad is up to me, goin' to war with the pen, so you can bring your army