Lord Mohamad

[Verse 1]
Yo
Sound cheap, doin' right wouldn't be less expensive
Cut my ears off, and told me get to steppin'
But how do I find a rythm when I'm just a lot of timid?
How do I follow my dreams if my dad tellin' me
Go to college, be a doctor, but I don't got a scholarship?
Now that's honest
I'm [?] person would hear me spit, but let's be honest
If I drop this shit and let it sit and nothing happens
I'm selling bricks until I die and meet Casper
Then what? I'll ghostwrite all these rich-ass rappers
I don't hate Drake, I just want half of his bitches, that's it
But this for all the racists
Get the fuck out my face, bitch
They yellin' "Rag-head Arab"
But I'm director, and they actors
I'ma play the white role, I'm rap watchin'
Drippin' flavors, Rick Rossin'
Wig-spottin', I call my partners
Plus, I put a project in the corner
Recording this project is heavily engrossing
So fresh the smells that they put an oven in heaven, call it Kirk Franklin
I pick Ness and spam PK Fire
All these hood cats rappin' until someone see they fire
See for the real deep fry 'em
Breadsticks and cheese, I'ma take your ass to Italy
Deep-fry sardines the recipe, you see, I've been so hungry, oh my
'Cause this whole time is ramen and fries
You want paradise? Then stop rolling dice
I figured it out one night
In the midst of my mind, I've been fist-fighting
With the [?] of "Divide rhymes", I can't comply
I've been affected, I need to be respected
Rap game makes me feel pressured, now I'm fighting to be legend
Will Smith with a Smith & Wesson
4 mics, that's 4 Arms' perspective
Like Ben, son, but they never hear me like the reverend
We go to church as many times as they buy the album
But I ain't finna back down, no
I'm finna eat Kate Upton out on a platter
After, under attack, better know I'm a sinner
We all sinners so stop acting
I want to be the best

[Verse 2]
Shadi see the chains and the gold and he squeal
Shadi see the money and the fame and the bills, so real
But what we do this for?
The passion and the love, but when you strugglin' you gotta blame them scrap packs
Pack on it, sellin' stacks, no man
Two-bed appartment, poppa go to bed
Frozen dinner lunch, frozen lunch, what's next? Frozen eggs?
Flash the cut, so real like his eyes
So high, depersonalized, institutionalized
I don't want the street stripes, no, but you can spit shine
I just want to design, but we born to compromise
I can't be a rapper rappin' 'bout bein' a rapper
Cause that's not really a job, that's more like a fraud
See, a lawyer don't be a lawyer to be a lawyer
And police of Florida gon' follow you and your black friends with imaginary lighters
To be honest, they was in our pockets, but that's not your business
To be quite frank witcha you're a fucking piglet, bitch
And since my fam is Muslim, I ain't fuckin' with my bacon
Yeah, Lord Mohamad, my momma named me after a prophet just to be obsessed with province
America you made us this way, stop it
Ay ay ay, cop it

[Verse 3]
They blame it on the way we was raised when our parents was raised the same way, touché
Yeah they often tried to spray us
Now they presence'll disclose the next next president
My presence is the present
I know I'm worth more than a house and a lawn
I'ma hit a lick, just to get to know your mom
And get along, 'cause I don't have bombs
I don't have bombs, fuck radicals, we ain't no harm
Real Islam, I say that every minute, every second, every hour
'Cause they always think I'm tryna blow a tower
I'm just tryna burn some bits, it's summer, fuck some kits
So please don't assume, please don't consume
Everything you see on Fox News, them shits cartoons

[Verse 4]
I'm static shock, shockin' the opps, totin' the Glock
I'm static 'cause when I talk it come out loud
But no one's seeming to understand what we about
Dream and shout real loud
Dreams dreams dreams
Chemically engineered
Dreams dreams dreams
We DMT pioneers
Dreams dreams dreams
Chemically engineered
Dreams
We DMT pioneers
Dreams dreams dreams
Are they even real?

[Verse 5]
They think I'm Funkmaster Flex when I walk in the school with a turban
They think I got bombs, but all I got is bars
The cliché story, Spike Lee directed
Trapin' or inhalin', rappin' to you, drastic seconds
That's when my brain collapses
Shadi the dumb smart kid, skipping classes
Smokin' blunts 'till my brain's forgotten
Yeah, Shadi the dumb smart kid, skipping classes
'till my brain's forgotten
In fact, I spit the same rhyme twice right after
What a disaster, I need to quit smokin
Born in the system with a dream and a vision
Like MLK, a thug, they assasinate me sleepin'
Until the child in me and adult get inches of collision
Some say Inception, same story, a dream of perfection
Accepting a minority that's all about the cheddar, the guap
Until you hit the peak and then you drop
Until you thought you had a sea but it was just a lake
This money won't make me happier and I don't even have it yet
This fame won't make a better me and I ain't even got it yet
What Shadi need ain't what Shadi want, be the hardest front
Life in cold Dodge trucks, I need beef
And how long is this beat? It feels like never-ending commentary
I want the money, to buy that shit, why?
'Cause that's what's gon kill me, livin' clean like Biggie
Devil on my shoulders sayin' "Rob that bitch"
Angel on my neck askin' how much I spent on this
But I listened to my heart and it said "Grab that trigger"
Swear on Allah that I'm turning schizophrenic, like my brother, RIP
Now let the poet speak, nothing's real except what's in front of me
A pair of jeans and mo' titties, it's hard [?] swisher sweets filled to the brim with THC
And my mother without custody, feelin' empty
But I ain't here to fill my tummy, I ain't here for just money
All you rappers funny, I'm trying to spread peace and love
So fuck your guns, I fear no one
Spent my whole life on drums
And this shit just begun, but for now I'm done
Lord Mohamad, godsent to show y'all rogue rappin' what's up
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