Muslim Belal - The Full Story lyrics
[Muslim Belal - The Full Story lyrics]
See I never thought about bein' sat
To tell my full story
Cuz I don't think those years
Of ignorance deserve glory
But now I feel myself gettin' closer to death
Imma write this book and do these
Talks till there's no talks left
And I love those brothers that
Were there from early, yeah
Mustafa, Abu 3li, Ya Ibn Salim
Muhammad Isma3il that? Muslim Belal Chin
Israfil, Isma3il, 3bd al-3ziz
Umar, 3li, 3bdullah, 3ysa, Mujahid, Shaheed
Jamal ad-Din, Shams ad-Din, nah it's deep
6alib, 7amza, the love's so real
I can't even speak
Streatham Mosque was crazy
Jum3ah week after week
From 02 to 05, got the strongest team
We're united in this real life
No more dreams
And I can't forget my real brother
3bd al-7aqq
Look how our life's turned around
Akh we've found this 7aqq
Yeah we was in the Evening Standard
Standard posted up
What it said, "Them Muslim
Boys have gone crazy
The street's gone nuts"
I know those mums thinkin' their
Sons have all gone mad
Could we turn gypsy into Saudi
And fields of Baghdad?
See they don't understand the story
And how real it was
Like I would've stand on stage
For the hype or buzz
Cuz, we had young ones in the
Clubs and they're carrying guns
And they're saying, "In the Name of Allah
Hand over your funds" see now
I put my hands up cuh I know it was wrong
But we didn't have no teachers
Then to learn from it was like a bottom of a
Man's shoe where we come from
It was like living in a zoo
Where we come from
Ask 3bd Ar-Ra7eem, Shotgun Mo
Or my brother Jameel
We didn't know a life of success
Could come from this hill
But, it's like Allah turns dream
Boys to the realest men
Now they're payin' me to talk to street boys
I relate to them
And now I'm bumpin' into some
Of my brothers' sons
And they look the same way we looked
They're carrying guns
But, it's worse for them, they got Instagram
They got SnapChat
They expose themselves to too much
The more they see
The more they wanna have that
And these girls care less about real
Love and more about handbags
So these boys work less on their
Character and more on their money, akh
So I feel bless'd
That I was bless'd to travel this world
I see there's more to life
Than materials and girls
I was handing out food packs
With CharityRight in Malaysia
I was in America, on that podium
Giving a lecture
I was in Indonesia, in that school
Delivering workshops
Imma do these good deeds, in sha Allah
Till my life stops
And when this life stops and it
All comes to a end
I know it's just me on my on
No family or friends
See I never thought about bein' sat
And tellin' my full story, nah
To tell my full story
Cuz I don't think those years
Of ignorance deserve glory
But now I feel myself gettin' closer to death
Imma write this book and do these
Talks till there's no talks left
And I love those brothers that
Were there from early, yeah
Mustafa, Abu 3li, Ya Ibn Salim
Muhammad Isma3il that? Muslim Belal Chin
Israfil, Isma3il, 3bd al-3ziz
Umar, 3li, 3bdullah, 3ysa, Mujahid, Shaheed
Jamal ad-Din, Shams ad-Din, nah it's deep
6alib, 7amza, the love's so real
I can't even speak
Streatham Mosque was crazy
Jum3ah week after week
From 02 to 05, got the strongest team
We're united in this real life
No more dreams
And I can't forget my real brother
3bd al-7aqq
Look how our life's turned around
Akh we've found this 7aqq
Yeah we was in the Evening Standard
Standard posted up
What it said, "Them Muslim
Boys have gone crazy
The street's gone nuts"
I know those mums thinkin' their
Sons have all gone mad
Could we turn gypsy into Saudi
And fields of Baghdad?
See they don't understand the story
And how real it was
Like I would've stand on stage
For the hype or buzz
Cuz, we had young ones in the
Clubs and they're carrying guns
And they're saying, "In the Name of Allah
Hand over your funds" see now
I put my hands up cuh I know it was wrong
But we didn't have no teachers
Then to learn from it was like a bottom of a
Man's shoe where we come from
It was like living in a zoo
Where we come from
Ask 3bd Ar-Ra7eem, Shotgun Mo
Or my brother Jameel
We didn't know a life of success
Could come from this hill
But, it's like Allah turns dream
Boys to the realest men
Now they're payin' me to talk to street boys
I relate to them
And now I'm bumpin' into some
Of my brothers' sons
And they look the same way we looked
They're carrying guns
But, it's worse for them, they got Instagram
They got SnapChat
They expose themselves to too much
The more they see
The more they wanna have that
And these girls care less about real
Love and more about handbags
So these boys work less on their
Character and more on their money, akh
So I feel bless'd
That I was bless'd to travel this world
I see there's more to life
Than materials and girls
I was handing out food packs
With CharityRight in Malaysia
I was in America, on that podium
Giving a lecture
I was in Indonesia, in that school
Delivering workshops
Imma do these good deeds, in sha Allah
Till my life stops
And when this life stops and it
All comes to a end
I know it's just me on my on
No family or friends
See I never thought about bein' sat
And tellin' my full story, nah