[TURBAN]
Wake up this is gonna be the best, full trust
Morning prayer a read from the Quran [this is my land, do it for us]
Sent on a mission by God or Allah if you must
Walk through the crowds with jus the fake stuff
Lookin though the people and what do I see
An American who be laughin at me, I jus give him a stare
The hate I feel it build, enoughs enough, its time [but I gotta keep my shit real]
I’ve ran this over in my mind, do it -ready to die
I wont be able, yes you can, must stay stable get it out of your mind
[the battle inside]
Doing it for my beliefs, they can’t hold me down
Their policies are weak, I’ll get around it, I’ve survived long enough [even when surrounded]
For God as my witness i'm gonna take this, and blow those mutha fuckers, so there to the level they should be
Jus like the dirt that’s under my feet
Even in death, they'll face my reality
I feel like an animal in my own city, the way that look at me [never accept defeat]
They caged me, cornered me and what do they expect? [i'm bout to- lash- out]
This gonna be my day its what its about
---muscles tense up about ready to split
Strapped up n ready, I head on out to complete my trip [they cant stop me]
Twist the knob, into the sun like an old time prophecy
Mohammad if you call me I shall come, plz lay me to rest [I’ve fought for so long]
Walk out no need for a vest, today explosives on my chest!
Gots enough c4 to make a crater, will get through 4 feet of pavement
And this is going to be my greatest accomlish-pment
As I walk the 2 miles to where I’ll detonate [I’ll be remembered]
One god will have to accommodate [i'm coming up early]
My heart starts to accelerate, - steadily rising
[Open up the gates to heaven for I’ll be arriving]
I approach the check point, they guns is drawn [is that surprising?!]
Goddamn pigs I hope you die, Americans, your bout to learn why [that last subtle crazed look to your eyes]
My last final breaths is heavy [salvation on my soul]
Needless to say i'm prepared and ready [this will be my final approach]
They wont know what hit them as they hit the floor, something like a second coming
[hold my hand Allah lead the way , i live to follow you]


[Mistah_Tate
sweet dreams shattered, time to wake up, as if it mattered/
another day another mission, struggle to complete an iraqi submission
climb out of the bunk, mad thoughts runnin through my head
in this next 24 hours will i end up dead? not if i can stop it wit hot lead
time to dress, make sure my fatigues is fittin,
grab the stantardized heat cuz its hard hittin
camoflouged humvee rolls up, me and the the team load up
time to put in for work, headin out to the local hot spots
we roam in the land of the illest gangstas, where they always pop shots
takin lives has gotten reptitive, it no longer shocks me
so when i called in those airstrikes, i just took it as my duty
the enemy had no clue, civilians die too in these badlands
convoy slows to halt, we reached the final destination of these dangerous sandlands
damn this heat is beatin, sweat on my forehead beadin
been a year since i seen my fam, love is what i'm needin
i enlisted, army of one, fightin a war for which the reasons are twisted
memories of my home are the only thing that keep my soul uplifted
hot helmet to my skull, workin the checkpoint for four hours, facial expression is null
caps done left, just me and the crew, harrassin cars as they pass through
search now and ask later, our tactics is blatant like that of a hater
i find myself missin the local ave, wonderin what kinda life this i have
stuck in the desert, shipped off to the region of the earth which is cursed
fuck breathin, at the moment of question i'd rather be lyin inside a hurst
what's that in the distance? prolly nothin, sun messin wit my perception of existence
naw wait, its comin closer, figure of a man, time to grip the holster
i can see him now, make him out, his mouths movin but aint no words comin out
i alert the boys, we arm the toys, cars keep comin, but we dont check em so they leave wit joy
i raise my weapon, take aim and yell halt
voice echoin in my head like i was in a bank vault
shit he still he comin, he too close, time to start gunnin


[TURBAN [T] ,Mistah Tate [M]]
[hit the slow mo this is all said in a traditional matter]
Ashhadu an la ilaha illa Allah [T]
i bear witness that there is no god except the one God [T]
I fumble wit the trigger as i lock n load, time 2 let the bullets go [M]
Ashadu anna Muhammadan Rasool Allah [T]
Is this the end? Only god knows, hear him whisperin 2 me as the wind blows[M]
i'll bear witness that mohammad is a messenger of Allah [T]
I catch the mans eye, and in that moment i realize i will die[M]
and now that my time has come [M]
What about my peoples on the rope, man how they gone cope?[M]
i wont wait , for them to realize whats on the way [T]
I'm bout to become another statistic, the product of a scheme that is truely sadistic[M]
because to day Allah is great no more shall we be in mourning [T]
I hesistated now my life is permanently stagnated[M]
no tears because my family wants this [T]
As the heat hits my face i shed fiery tear[M]
i close my eyes , as i feel the lord take me [T]
Last thought in this world being what the fuck am i doin here?......[M]
[end with the sound of a blast]



*this piece is more of a story , than anything, tate and me , got the idea and ran with it, personally i believe the war should stop so no more lives can be taken , also i feel that bush is not a good president , but thats besides the point this is a subject that is personal to me because alot of my friends brothers are over there, also i have friends that are over there, and alot of kids from my school(which is military) are over there, peace out and God Bless AMERICA

like turban said this is just basically a story that was influenced by the events that are going on around us right now. its an attempt to go inside the minds of men from both sides of the conflict, into their last thoughts before death. so enjoy, post feed back, and dont hate.

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"Lord forgive me, but he tried to kill me, somebody out there gotta feel me."
-Young Buck

u wanna kno dog, how i feel
ima rob n steal, for my meal

cuz i got my burna, nice n ready
fuckin wit me dog, ima hold it steady

that means, muslim christian white or black
gon bomb my city? get layed flat

ima tell u this turban, even tho u my boy
see u witta bomb, u gon feel my toy

hittin u, right thru the face
and i bet i wouldent even, catcha case

but that right there prolly wouldent happen
id get blown up, so much for rappin

cuz i rep my city, and my states
u gon blow me up? u think ima let that skate?

hell naw playboy, u got it twizted
cuz u aint the only one, ona murda mission

yall do it for religion, i do it for bread
u a terrorist dog, get one to the head

cuz i aint dyin, over some shit like that
cuz killin fo religion? yo that shit is wack


yo n thas some real shit, terrorists got that shit twizted, sayin we the devil n shit, yo what the fuck is that, i mean for real, that whole iraq shit is all bush, no body else i mean terrorist get him whatever, but killin people that jus mindin they business n takin care of they family n shit what the fuck is that helpin? nothin cept givin everyone that wants that war more reason to go over there n start levelin mountins n shit again...AIGHT tho thas all i got to say bout that politics shit hhaahahahah

AND WHY DONT YALL VOTE ON SOME FUCKIN BATTLES!?!?!?!?!??!!??! ahahahha peace

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for all these niggas that say i cant rap, nigga i dont rap any way, i ROBBBBB
-crunchy blac(three 6 mafia)


i get high like the birds and the planes, i get high when bullets hit faces after words are exchanged
-styles p(the lox)

u betta tell yo man wit the gauges im nice, i'll shoot up yo white shirts till yall look like dice
-I 20

check check this out some home holy shit

yo that was hot coo keep droppin.

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still uppin for more feed back.......

i liked your shit brother here is some shit i wrote after reading your stuff

This is me Fuck splinter cell and hit man
I and the devil systematizing a master plan
Following concepts invented by the holy Quran
With improved theories created by the Taliban
No professional curticy more of a mass murderer
Assassinate a child in the womb of his mother
Spread terror that make the thunder stutter
Look into her eyes and see the heaven's gutter
With constant fear in your heart just like an Israeli Jew
Seeing a Palestinian kid smiling dressed with C4
Pressing the button releasing explosion that is profound
Kill her, the baby and a million people around
With an evil smile brought from Satan's ground
The only martyr that’s promised hell and proud

yo brov you cant stereyotype the americans you can hate on the goverment. because not all your fingers are the same you get what i mean

peace

i hear ya... check out my other threads i'm a terrorist and mr.president peace out .. o yea what part of london you from?

great oiece

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very nice drop cuz...keep it comin