Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I.S.L.A.M., artist - Lord Jamar. Date of issue: 26.06.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I.S.L.A.M. |
| I be the All Eye Seeing, Supreme Being |
| Black Man, the colored man is the European |
| Ran up to his cave, he was fleeing |
| Over hot sand, steal from me and I chop hands |
| Off, that’s Islamic law |
| The sight alone’ll make you wanna vomit on the floor |
| I study 120, the Qur’an and the Bible |
| Doing my job, the God got plenty disciples |
| Taking my rightful place, amongst kings and queens |
| 85's wanna know what things mean |
| Sweep the devil off the earth, like spring clean |
| My earth’s rock ¾'s, never bring jeans |
| G-O-D, take a little look through my P-O-V |
| You see I be O.G., turn a devil into John D-O-E |
| That mean D-O-A, it’s gon' be OK |
| I be the Arm Leg Leg Arm Head |
| Here to drop bombs on the mentally dead |
| Islam’ll, keep you properly fed |
| And to the four devils, yo, I’m choppin' yo head |
| «Well how you be God?» |
| I be all wise and civilized |
| Deliver truth while the 10 percent deliver lies |
| His devilishment, has been solidified |
| I be the Five Percent, opitimized |
| When you in the presence of God, you better recognize |
| Before your life gets jeopardized |
| I’m bout to exercise my right to bare arms |
| See me in a wife beater, nothing but bare arms and tattoos |
| I hit a muthafucka hard like bad news |
| Some people say I’m nuts like cashews, and that’s true |
| I mash through in a black truck, strapped up |
| Busting from the driver’s side, you either ride or die |
| All praise due to the Most High |
| I blaze you with my four-five |
| This is Jihad music, see the God do it |
| Allah U Akbar, Lord Jamar’s the truest |