12. Jack Muslim

Jack Muslim by Professor A.L.I.

Jack Muslims in the mix, its 7-8-6
Ali chains on the neck, used to sport the crucifix
They snitchin’ like coaches, while we Spree with the Knicks
Free on the mic, hydrochloric with spit
Burn memory, eclipse like circumcisional snips
Sick with Metaphysics, we’re the spark in the spliff
Heiroglyphix house shows, they were eyein’ our kix
they senseless, our sensei sensing with Sixth,
Rep Jafar Sadiq, we blessed with these trips
They trippin’ off four, Hashim war when he rips
They callin’ us dirty, cuz we’re ready to hit
We’re Pac when he’s Birdie, you’re dying like Flip
We’re Above your Rims, spins, Tims, and Bank slips
We’re gang of misfits, THUGS, Bloods and Crips,
So Tucker like Chris, some Fridays we’ll miss
Haram Police dismissed, since pigs are najis
Are Jack Muslims, NWA?
Since most of us black, Followin’ the line of the K?
We Children of Moors, Panthers grown in the Bay
You slappin’ your chest, we ‘re slappin’ for days
We’re beatin’ they hearts, only Allah be praised
We’re scene from Departed, Whitey Bulgur, L.A.
Superstitious ya’ll believing in Magic and pray
We like Floyd in ’87, game four, always
Your centers be weak, they quit on the play
Your Greg Odens knees, We’re Hakeem “Dream Shake”
My Kangol is real, while your turban is fake
Hypocritical brethren, tellen us we’re astray
While you’re crushin’ on Drake, in closet listenin to Dre
Like a Nuggets throwback on Tim Hardaway
Hating behind the screen, since I made 40 Dayz
Now you wanna be my friend, ‘Cuz I ride with Hussain