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Listen SAIN ZAHOOR - ALLAH HOO


Lyrics

Get Up, Stand Up (Bob Marley)

Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: don't give up the fight!

Preacherman, don't tell me,
Heaven is under the earth.
I know you don't know
What life is really worth.
It's not all that glitters is gold;
'Alf the story has never been told:
So now you see the light, eh!
Stand up for your rights. Come on!

Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: don't give up the fight!
Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: don't give up the fight!

Most people think,
Great God will come from the skies,
Take away everything
And make everybody feel high.
But if you know what life is worth,
You will look for yours on earth:
And now you see the light,
You stand up for your rights. Jah!

Get up, stand up! (Jah, Jah!)
Stand up for your rights! (Oh-hoo!)
Get up, stand up! (Get up, stand up!)
Don't give up the fight! (Life is your right!)
Get up, stand up! (So we can't give up the fight!)
Stand up for your rights! (Lord, Lord!)
Get up, stand up! (Keep on struggling on!)
Don't give up the fight! (Yeah!)

We sick an' tired of-a your ism-skism game -
Dyin' 'n' goin' to heaven in-a Jesus' name, Lord.
We know when we understand:
Almighty God is a living man.
You can fool some people sometimes,
But you can't fool all the people all the time.
So now we see the light (What you gonna do?),
We gonna stand up for our rights! (Yeah, yeah, yeah!)

So you better:
Get up, stand up! (In the morning! Git it up!)
Stand up for your rights! (Stand up for our rights!)
Get up, stand up!
Don't give up the fight! (Don't give it up, don't give it up!)
Get up, stand up! (Get up, stand up!)
Stand up for your rights! (Get up, stand up!)
Get up, stand up! ( ... )
Don't give up the fight! (Get up, stand up!)
Get up, stand up! ( ... )
Stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up!
Don't give up the fight! /fadeout/

Rock It Baby (Bob Marley)

Baby, baby, we've got a date; (ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo)
Oh, baby, baby, don't you be late. Oh, baby!

I'll meet you at your house at a quarter to eight. (ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo)
Oh, darlin', baby, baby, just you have some faith!
I promise you, we're gonna (rock it, baby; rock it, baby, tonight);
To (rock it, baby; rock it, baby, tonight);
Gonna (rock it, baby; rock it, baby, tonight);
Baby, (rock it, baby; rock it, baby, tonight).

Wo-oh, na na-na, na na-na, na na!

Oh, we walk through the pale moonlight
With our love that is right.
Oh, my, my, my, ye-ah!

Oh, so happy we will be -
Sharing the love tha-y is free!

(Got to get together, babe, tonight!)
Oh, darlin', say we got to get together, baby, (tonight);
Say we got to get together, babe, (tonight). Get together, babe!
Got to get together, babe, (tonight)!

Baby, we've got a date, don't you remember?
Baby, baby, don't you be late. Please don't forget:
I'll meet you at your house at a quarter to eight. Oh, baby!
Baby, baby, just you have some faith! Wo, now!
Say we gonna rock it - rockin'!
(Rock it, baby; rock it, baby, tonight.)
Say we (rock it, baby; rock it, baby, tonight).
We gonna (rock it, baby), wo! (Rock it, baby, tonight.)
Say we (rock it, baby) eh! (Rock it, baby, tonight.)
Say we got to get together, babe, (tonight).
Baby, baby, wo! (Say we got to get together, babe, tonight!)
Say we got to get together, babe, (tonight). Are you sure ...?
(Say we got to get together, babe, tonight). Wo!
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/Guitar solo/
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(Rock it, baby; rock it, baby, tonight);
(Rock it, baby; rock it, baby, tonight);
Gonna (rock it, baby), baby; (Rock it, baby, tonight!)
Eh! (Rock it, baby( oh, baby! (Rock it, baby, tonight!)
Oh! (Got to get together, babe, tonight!)
Got to get together, babe, (tonight).
Say we (got to get together, babe, tonight).
(Got to get together, babe) Eh! Oh-oh, baby! (tonight)

Oh, baby, baby, we've got that date
(Rock it, baby; rock it, baby, tonight)
(Rock it, baby; rock it, baby, tonight)
Baby, baby, don't you be late!
(Rock it, baby; rock it, baby, tonight;
rock it, baby; rock it, baby, tonight!) Oh, now!
I'll meet you at your house at a quarter to eight.
(Rock it, baby; rock it, baby, tonight;
rock it, baby; rock it, baby, tonight!)
Oh, darlin'! /fadeout/

Cry To Me (Bob Marley)

Ooh-ooh, hoo-hoo-hoo! Ooh-ooh hoo-hoo!)
Cry to me, now;
You gonna cry to me, yeah!
You're gonna walk back through the heartaches;
You're gonna walk back through the pain;
(Shed those) Shed those lonely teardrops:
The reaction of your cheating game.

You got to cry to me, now!
You're gonna cry - cry - cry to me, yeah! Yeah!
Lord knows how I get from the heartaches;
Lord that leadeth me, yeah!
And now I'm by the still water.
You've got to cry to me, yea-ea-eah!
You gonna cry to me now;
You've got to cry - cry - cry to me, yeah!
You're gonna spend those lonely hours.
You're gonna shed those lonely tears;
(Walk back) Walk back through the heartaches;
(Walk back) Walk back through the pain;
(Shed those) Shed those lonely teardrops:
The reaction of your cheating game.

You're gonna to cry to me, now!
You got to cry - cry - cry to me, yeah!
Saying, (don't know) don't know - know how I get from the heartaches;
(Lord that) Lord that leadeth me, yeah-eah-eah!
(Shed those lonely teardrops) Now I'm by the still water;
(The reaction of your cheating game) Gonna cry to me now, hey!
(Cry) Cry
(Cry) Cry

Y'all Don't Want None (Master P)

[Master P]
This goes to all y'all BITCH**niggaz
that got the mother**in game twisted
Get it how you live, hehehehe

[Mystikal]
UH-OHHHHHHHHHH! (Hoody hoooo!)
It's on!

[Master P] - repeat 6X
It's on now nigga we ready (it's on!)

I'm on the block, and I keep my nine cocked
I got a problem - it's handled, with some automatic shots
See I'm a thug - and I love to smoke weed
And I'm a hustler - that mean I love to serve fiends
I'm from the 3rd Ward, Callio', and I'ma represent it
You don't know me? You better stay out of my business
cause I float like a butterfly and I sting like a bee
But nigga I don't box, I'm the M to the P
I crush domes - I got some niggaz that'll break bones
And if I can't catch you, then I'ma follow yo' bitch home
We got beef - then you know I can't sleep
And if it's a war - then we can take it to the streets

[Master P] - repeat 4X
It's on now nigga we ready (it's on!)

[Mystikal]
P ** them niggaz - bout to get the duct tape and WRAP THIS BITCH UP
Talkin that shit on the record you better be ready to BACK THAT SHIT UP
Ya, mama ain't gon' let cha come outside if she know what I'ma do to you
Hatin behind our back but when you see us you hollerin hoody hoo
(HOODY HOOO!) Fake**record companies, y'all niggaz is roody-poot
Y'all niggaz ain't soldiers on the street
Y'all niggaz is dick in the booty (y'all don't want none)
Bitch I'm CURSIN, cause it's PERSONAL (y'all don't want none)
Use my name I'm gon' be STOMPIN, CHOKIN, HURTIN
Jump in that water if you wanna
I'ma catch y'all in that corner, pull it out and PUT IT ON YA
Y'all bitches got more mouth than you got heart
You got more hype than you got money
Y'all niggaz don't want me to start!
We see more millions in a year than y'all niggaz gon' know about
Let a nigga get a little attention then a nigga wan' show out
But we gon' stay bout it through the 2000 and check domes
Oahkayyyyyyy... BRING IT ON!

[Master P]
Y'all don't want none, we ready
Y'all don't want none, we ready
Y'all don't want none, we ready
We ready, we ready

[Master P] - repeat 8X
It's on now nigga we ready (it's on!)

[Master P] - repeat 4X over last two parts
Down South niggaz we ready
East coast niggaz we ready
West coast niggaz we ready
Midwest niggaz we ready

[Master P]
We ready, we ready, we ready, we ready
Hahah real niggaz, we ready
Real bitches, we ready
No Limit, we ready
All my soldiers, we ready
Haaaaaaa, ain't nuttin changed nigga
We still the same

Run Dem (Foxy Brown)

[Foxy] Whoa
[Cham] A wha de blood claat do dem fool deh

[Foxy Brown]
Who the ** told bitches they could do what I do
And all of a sudden all y'all bitches got accents too
Bad gyal, bitches can't do the shit that I do
Sometime a gal fi get coof - hoo hoo hoo hoo; whoa
I tell a mother**er this
Some niggaz nowadays mood's worse than a bitch
And as for this chick, me love bum flick on bad man dick so
Got the pussy; I got the lie fo'?
I'm a grown**bitch with my own**shit
Now hear dis, u no wan' chat? Me a go BUST unnu secret
Ya a big battyman, ya love look man bottom
Pussy watchman, you a trace gyal pattern
** who, niggaz wish they could ** me
Like they never seen a hot gal act like we
Big bumba claat star, push hot car
Big hood, me love back way all day
And the way my man **, can't even stand up
And when he gets stiff it cum like ten dicks
Take it through my hole right through my appendix
I got a message; whydontch'all mother**ers sit on this?

[Chorus 2X: Baby Cham]
From a puss hole, dis man we shot dem
If a fass hole fi dead man we back dem
If a gun shot fi bust man we clap dem
An if a riddim fi ride man we rock dem

[Foxy Brown]
Out of all the broads in the game, Fox is the baddest
Picture me **in with a nigga half my status
Bad gal bust big gun and no wan' see me buck it
Move ya bumba hole, bwoy gwon mind ya jacket
How dare y'all mother**ers even spit my name
Go na man, 'fore I have you X'd out the game
And tell dem all your gang pussy like sugar cane
And buck yat take beer owed by queer, oh dem where dat?
Bet you wish you lucked up, and got a quick nut
I wouldn't ** you if I was horny, or pissy-ass drunk
Lucky I don't ** around and get you stuck up
Waitin outside your studio, collect your dub bucks
Bitch - ** around and get that nigga gun buck
Outside and fully loaded with the gun stashed up
In front of cactus, chrome fo'-fifth
And a bag of full clip for niggaz with loose lip - FIYAH

[Chorus]

[Foxy Brown]
How many times I got to let y'all bitches know I'm
one of a kind, can't ** with mines
See when Fox in the place, pure hotness a gwan
when I bust wine we na watch ya face, gwan
Ya too fraud, sound ridiculous
I'm the only Trini bitch that can kick yard shit, FIYAH
What you know about skin out and bruck out
Like a bad gyal bunny hot style, pop pure style

[Baby Cham - repeat 2X]
Look at this wannabe's comin around me
Sick of these fake G's tryin to clown me
Why these/you niggaz be tryin to drown me
I'm tellin you fools no one can bound me

[Chorus - repeat to end]

{*Baby Cham ad libs at end, w/o beat*}

Armageddon Days (Are Here Again) (The The)

They're 5 miles high
As the crow flies
Leavin' vapour trails
Across a blood red sky
Movin' in from the East
Towards the West
With balaclava helmets
Over their heads
YES!

But if you think that Jesus Christ is coming
Honey, you've got another thing coming
If he ever finds out who's hijacked his name
He'll cut out his heart and turn in his grave

Islam is rising
The Christians mobilising
The world is on it's elbows and knees
It's forgotten the message
And worships the creeds

"It's War" she cried
"It's War" she cried
"This is War!"
Drop your possessions
All you simple folk
You will fight them on the beaches
in your underclothes
You will thank the good lord
For raising the Union Jack
You'll watch the ships sail out of harbour
And the bodies come floating back
Watch the ships sail out of harbour
And the bodies come floating back

If the real Jesus Christ were to stand up today
He'd be gunned down cold by the C.I.A.
Oh, the lights that now burn brightest
Behind stained glass
Will cast the darkest shadows
Upon the human heart
But God didn't build himself that throne
God doesn't live in Israel or Rome
God doesn't belong to the Yankee dollar
God doesn't plant the bombs for Hezbollah
God doesn't even go to church
And God won't send us down to Allah to burn
God will remind us what we already know
That the human race is about to reap what it's sown

Islam is rising
The Christians mobilising
The world is on it's elbows and knees
It's forgotten the message
And worships the creeds
The world is on it's elbows and knees
It's forgotten the message
And worships the creeds

Armageddon days are here again
Armageddon days are here again
Armageddon days are here again
Armageddon Days Are HERE!!!

Mouthing Off (Ludacris Featuring 4-Ize)

[Ludacris]
Look, when it all comes down to it...
we ain't have shit
its word of mouth

[Ludacris]
Ludacris, 4-ize, its like dis
I make niggaz eat dirt and fart dust
then give you a $80 dolla certificate to Pussies 'R Us
I eat the whole pie, and leave nuthin but da crust
So you can feel what its like with instinct but no guts
A sack wit no nutts or
A mack wit no sluts
Give me a full-body **, I still can't be touched
They call me Seymour Butts
Cause I get more**than most
they say next and got dat butta love and get too close
Follow da leader cause I'm meaner than
Abdulablugata
My trials of more quest than midnight Marauders
its all Pina Coladas
No cops and robbaz
Takin' trips back and forth from here to the Bahamas
I hump more than Llamas
Get rolled more than tires
If you say I'm not nice, than you a motha**in' liar
entitled to your Opini-um
into the next millenium
So many major coins that I thought I had a Millio-um

[4-Ize]
Yo, I am going to blow up the earth
with my few dirty ???
explosive space modulator
Buda, we praise you, meditatior
Drop squad interrogator
85 percent regulator
the Educator
and the Almighty Creator
Dedicator
The seperator, of fiction
I start friction
smoking hay without the crucial confliction
4-Ize prescription
Microphone, Jackie Stallone
Psychic Prediction
Egytian describition
of my psychical, my flesh is weak and its pitiful
Spiritiual is hooked up to da Invisibile
Umbilical Cord of my Lord
Kumbiya Devine ???
Remove paper of tar from every cigar
I slap authority like the boy Ja Ja
Half Allah, Half Anti-christ superstar
Rockin da microphone wit a hand like Mr. Claw
While I'm hitting Three...
Harder than Sonny Bono
Double Dragon mixed up within a Volvo
I kill villians in Slow Mo for talkin crazy in my Dojo
Got nothing to lose like I'mma Boxcar hobo
When I get Ludacris with bridges on da promo
Niggaz wanna clown, I'm homie and Bozo
Cause in the grandprize game my life is callin like Dojo
the name sticks like ???
I keep it reala than alien autopsy photo
You similiar to a Spice Girl going solo
You lost like ???
or a dog named Toto
My statue of liberty is Rebecca Lobo
??? Promos
Virgo, bust**like a motha**in' Homo
Como.. Estes?
Tony Del Negro
Built to destroy these kid's blocks of Legos
Lego my Eggo cause I say so
Hold the microphone, 4-Ize, I stay gifted
Manifested, Elevated, I uplifted
The Elevator, the esclator, Thats not a knife
Thats a knife
Pocket out and leave the Alligator
Wrestler
Cause I hustle Ya
Unda da china
Big Trouble, Little Sewer but I still find ya
Cause I'm thinking
Manifest, throw you down the stairs like a slinky
Yo, my third eye is blinky

Hot Damn I'm Great (Poor Righteous Teachers)




[Culture Freedom]
Heavens to Merkatroid!! *Snagglepuss imitation*

[Wise Intelligent]
Posse friends God tend to the teacher
Stammered at me concept teacher mosh it up right
PRT p osse boy ghetto with philosophers
All can't get enough of this drummer common insight check
Here comes the teacher with another funky new
radical butt ** booty stinkin form of thinkin
Off an on step concept, tell em Culture Freedom
Shall I ** this? (Well God it's **y!)
This this step steppers come and steppers swingin
Most blacks back back-up what the hell we bringin
G-fine nearly singin, my rhythm hit the roof!!
This one's dedicated to the CISI missing youth, cause
This hit the teacher with another style of mashin up
a damn dance, jams get, jammed by the PRT p-osse
(and) Tone can I get a sound check, well can I start this
(Yo Wise, it's started)
You know I look into the mirror see myself and then
I always often say... "Hot damn I'm great"

Chorus: repeat two lines 3X

Let's be realistic... (you are the best) [ahh yeah] hot damn I'm great

See me forgetting on the top of every set
Heard about million and one of my songs, my favorite's Holy Intellect
Check Wise on the rise I emerge from slum
Come one come all see, the teacher heal the dumb
Cause, this hit the teacher givin birth to a ghetto style
display, most poor people of the planet
can relate to, poverty in a song
Conquered and divided, tricked and undecided
Black people in oppresion, so the old ones tell about it
So when I forget ya what I think ya need to know
Understanding jamming mind and Culture Freedom tell ya so
No black no white, cause black be's first
Son of man, take a stand, for black children of the earth
Just, just check out teacher and the way that I evolved
Since last time, I'm truely perfection
But, don't balance this with the other LP
For the last rhymes, cause there's no connection
If I was the DJ Father Sha he'd come and tell em what I'd say...
"Hot damn I'm great"

Chorus: repeat two lines 4X

See draw the clear picture of the teacher teachin this
It's, sort of smooth, roughness
Plus this flow go more miles back
God's gotta be that of a leader in this thing called rap
Cause, this hit the teacher on the roads often travelled
by the multitude, Culture Freedom knows it best
Some of them got a problem with the Gods in the house
Cause we don't sleep, traitor interpretate this
Allah equal God equal He with supreme qualities
You best believe God's real and
If it's God Sha, it's gotta be
("Tribe... called... P... R... T-T...")
Culture Free, Father Sha, and me, cause
This hit the teacher on a whole nother level
with a clear scope, and range on things hang
out by the speaker if you're weak or come and eat
From the strong song, that's if you are what you eat
Never will I teach ya that of poison and disguise it
with a beat, the tree of life be's me
Sweet chariot, come fi carry me home, and I pray...
"Hot damn I'm great"

*interpretations of chorus to end*

Crew (A Tribe Called Quest)




Intro: Q-Tip

Just a lil somethin-somethin
about the cats who be fronting
You know the Tip, he be huntin
for all the goodness gracious
All across the wide spaces
yo, check it out, bust me down, yo
Yo... yo...

Verse One: Q-Tip

Youse my peoples, why it got to come down to this shit
Two people thinking as one so now he split
Remember what I said to you, you bleed, I bleed
C'mon, you know how we get down, if you're down, you need
And I'm supplying, the dynamic duo, electricfying
Everybody had to wet us, cuz no one will forget us
Son, I testify sure as God was my guide
Any petty little bullshit you did will slide
Same on my end, after all, what are we, friends
If niggaz ran me this, too much grounds we defend
In the honor or brotherhood cuz it's all good
Get on some grown man shit and let's knock on wood
But now seeing you baby in this stall out position
Wondering who's the dime piece that you're kissing
You night as well take the jigger and take my life
Cuz the dime piece you happen to be kissing is my wife
Shit, I should have know not to let these crab asses
Get within the circle of my girl and make passes
Now you disrespected me and everything I stand for
(But I'm saying though, son) Shhh, say no more
Allah forgive me, my thoughts is traveling to low desires
Should I turn the other cheek or react and perspire
Don't wanna see myself in penitentiary attire
But I caught him in the act and my emotion is dire


Hoo' Ride Ant Banks (Ant Banks)




[Featuring Baby D, B-Legit, MC Ant, Meen Green]
(B-Legit)
Yeah, wussup though
This ya'll partner
B-Legezey
In the house wit my boy Ant Bezey
The boy say he doin' big thezey's
Ya know
But shake game though
When the next time you do a compilation
And ain't got your partner B-Legit
On the mother**er
Oh, we gonna be doin' big thangs boy
Yeah, Big Thangs
(beep)
(Mean Green)
What's up Banks
This your boy means the greensy
Callin' you from Houston, Texas dog
Man how you gonna put out an album
Talkin bout' Big Thangs
And you ain't called your boy
I mean come on man
I'm from Texas
Everything here in Texas is big
Including me
You know what I'm sayin'
We all about havin' Big Thangs
(beep)
(MC Ant)
Yo Banks wussup
Remember me
This MC Ant
I was one of the first rappers
That you produced back in the days
Ah, you don't know me no more
You doin' Big Thangs
Can't even let me get down on the album
That's alright
Can't wait to see you
Cause I know I'ma catch you in the traffic
(beep)
(Baby D)
Wussup big baaaabey
This Baby D and I'm logged in man
How can't you let me on that Big Thangs mane
But, were still family and all bro
I ain' trippin'
I be spittin' Big Thangs to
But ugh
You gotta hit me up with one of those beats
Cause ugh
If I can't get on on the Big Thangs
Shoot, I'm gettin' on my own
But anyway, hook me up hit hit me on the heel


Video


Sain Zahoor has performed this same sufi chant "ALLAH HOO" during "A Mystical Journey" at Le Palais des Congrès de Paris in France on 12 December 2008. AMJ: ...




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