The Guide (Quasi-Islamic)

"How you do it as Jamal Abdul The seasonal guide to being Arab, and Muslim in the West Volume One, Buy Now Ever felt like your beard stank Have you ever felt like your hijab was frumpy Bet your never felt this Arab Subscribe Now" 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… Chorus: