Jenan They look at me strangely
Like I emit some type of energy
That draws Kafirs - disbelievers towards me.
Thinking to themselves what makes him different from me.
Is it the hair, the clothes or maybe the food he eats,
What could it be, that make thug cats, stand at attention,
His demeanor's peaceful but on his face it's clearly written that,
This aint the sorta brother caught up in this and that
Running streets carrying heat yo he aint into that.
This brother must live by some type of criteria,
To make it to the average cat quite superior
So maybe one of these days I get near enough
Play like Nancy Drew on this mystery and clear it up.
So listen up if you think this is strange,
Cause these the type of thoughts that use to run through a new Shahada's brains
And I bear witness to the one with 99 names, InshAllah I will always remain.
M-U-S-L-I-M
I'm so blessed to be with them...
M-U-S-L-I-M
I'm so blessed to be with them...
Don't know about you, I know about me,
I'm proud because I'm rolling Islamically
Everywhere I see, even on TV,
People talking trash about the way I be.
But what they all hate, is if we get great
Cause we're the only ones with our heads on straight
Don't ever frown, or your head looking down,
If you read the Qur'an you're the best in the town.
Y'all have doubt say- we have no clout
But-within-a-few years see how we've come about.
Were back on the scene, The number-one deen,
I'm proud to be down with the Muslimeen!