This is a song about "Allah hu akbar"

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

In the name of allah the beneficent, the merciful

By blowin up mics like allah hu akbar

I got something you've been waiting for

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

The mighty god, lord, christ, allah, or just yourself.

With a four finger ring like i can't spell my fucking name

The piece of me that makes me hu-mane, and not quite so insane.

I’m elohim, god, and allah

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Who praise me like allah

I wanna kill churches, they take your dollars they claim's for allah,

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

You ain't gon find that

Allah, not even dat