Muslim Belal - Street Muadhin lyrics

Hayya ‘ala as-salah, hayya ‘ala al-falaah x3
The street muadhin
Calling the streets to success

It’s funny how it turned around
I remember being involved in the playground
Never going bed
Just falling asleep when I lay down
And waking up in the
Same clothes from yesterday, look around
I see the same people from yesterday
All around looking at me
Funny now I moved on in my gown
Today did look funny but probably
In years from now
I don’t believe everything I said
And what is written down
Cuz I don’t read nothing but the truth
I solemnly swear to speak
Nothing but the truth
Yeah, I had a troubled youth but
I grew up before my adulthood
Now I’m in the booth to
Inspire like an adult should
Replace your house with a flat
And your town with a hood
Put them together equals my neck in the woods
What’s good? Gypsy Hill, send my love to SMS
Let them know there’s still a place
For them inside my chest
Cuz I believe where you came from
You don’t forget
That made me who I am today
Live with no regrets
I suffered couple threats
I witnessed lots of deaths
But that’s normal in my area
What did they expect?
Now my name’s calling in the
Areas they don’t expect bBC, ITV
I guess Mum should be proud of this IC3
But, I might turn a back on
My career as an actor
Cuz I would rather stack up
The deeds for the akhirah
Please stop attacking us, we are just people
I don’t claim perfection
Me and you are equal
I’m just on the ‘calling to
Success for my people’
Cuz good deeds are worth more than money
You can argue with me now, but when we die
You’ll agree with me
You can’t swim the sea with me
If this is how you think
I’m a slave of the Most High, bro
What did you think?
This life’s like a dream
You get excited while you’re involved
But when it’s over
You look back and say is that all?
So this life don’t excite me
The next one does
And I don’t watch what the next one does
I’m looking out for us
That’s the wife and the kid
That’s the life of the mature
That’s the life that I live
And they say money over women
That’s super young cuz when you’re grown
Your wife’s like your best
Friend and your mum
The mother of your children
Your daughter and your son
The backbone of your household
Your knife and your gun
So let your guns run, metaphor's a lot of fun
Imma get straight to the point
Call me the boring one
I see the goal and run
Like Pelé with the ball at my feet
Machiavelli with the mic when I speak
They should put the podium in
The middle of the street
And let me speak to my people
Cuz they don’t relate to my people

Hayya ‘ala as-salah, hayya ‘ala al-falaah x3
Street muadhin
Calling the streets to success