Quasi-Islamic (The Guide)

"How you do it as Jamal Abdul
The seasonal guide to being Arab, and Muslim in the West
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The Narcicyst:
When a brother dies why his mother cry so bitter? Inner beast soul sinner
When a soul leaves why do Arabs hold dinners?
Feasts in the west cold winters
See my stomach hold little
Binge out told rummy don’t quit
Spit the whole script, get the Middle East
Split the whole shit, hit the books dawgy!
Quick listen! Don’t that, feel wrong like a phone tap when you’re not white right at home, Clicking tones back
Freedom fighter eating freedom fries up, reading evil lines
Since bibi died, some days, I wander off
Bun Haze for the One Nawaf, Sun Rays, thunder ball
Double 0 7th heaven, One Nation Under Fraud
Wonder wall like Noel Gallagher
Poem Challenger roam Canada
No matter what or who mad us
Guantanamo brothers, run follow hope
Grow out of ‘cuffs, one borrowed rope and a dictator battered up, yes, check Next Up
Haven’t had enough?
Turn the tube on, get a sandwich love!
Shock And awe, Ohs and Ahs! Talk of God in a Coup D’Etat
Make ‘em sing down chariot like Chaka Khan bury ‘em now wilek, hurry up!
What worries us is you probably never heard of Muhmudiya, sah moo?
Yeah it’ll touch you deep, contradiction, I love you freedom!

Chorus:
Believing in God
We breathe in the lah
A seasonal guide and reason to rhyme
My people subscribe or just leave it behind
Give it back fam, damn – I might wanna read it sometime

Omar Offendum:
When you say “back home” that could mean a bunch of different things
KSA born, USA raised, soory reppin’ DC settling on the west coast of the west now
2Pac knows I can get around like the west Nile
Spread fast with my head wrapped in the illest textiles
Steadfast on the silk road from Damascus up to romaa
Live in the middle of little Armenia eating my dolmaa
Mini Vietnam sand niggas know my heart pumps that red
Lebanese Palestinian greater Syrians type thread
That binds us all together now
From Baghdad to the river Nile
Even when our brother from the gutter
Killing one another for the bread and butter – wow…it’s so foul
Yet I can’t help but think we should have seen it coming…like porn stars
All these warlords do is fuck us over for the money
But I know sunny day will shine over that homeland of mine
Oases where J.C.’s and Moahmmeds dined
Mayor Barry smoked crack and Arnold pumped his iron
With a couple rhymes I’m about a nine from that home in my mind…

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