Boonaa - Boonaa Mohammed - Heroes

DOWNLOAD ALBUM AT WWW.BOONAA.COM - For bookings or other inquires contact boonaamohammed(at)gmail.com or www.boonaa.comHeroesMy heroes never wore tights or appeared on carton channelsThey had long beards and kept clothes above the anklesNo combing the streets, like beasts at night looking for thievesMy heroes fought their egos, and narrated ahadithAnd some of my heroes were once bag guys tooBaby killers and highway robbers, if you only knew what they knewCause you gotta know a lie in order to recognize the truthAnd what the point of knowing truth if you can't back it up with proofAnd to prove my heroes were united by a single point of viewWhy else would they choose to go against what their fathers used to do?Unless they knew, that paradise was worth being abusedThe best of views, if only you could walk a mile in their shoes,Oh what I wouldn't do to kick it with Abduallah Ibn Musuud,Listen to him recite the Quran, sad to go into rukuYeah that would be cool, but me and Hamza, we would kick it old schoolJoke about the Jahilliya, silly things they used to doIf I could pick my own crew, Salman Al Farsi would have to be in it,An honest seeker of truth, may Allah bless his spirit,Have Tea with Julilibib, Coffee with Anas Ibn MalikAnything to pick their brains and gain a better understandingCould you imagine taking a class with Abduallah Ibn AbbasA scholar by the age of 10, just a boy amongst the menAnd if I had one friend, it would be Abu Baker as Saddique,Someone to hold you down and to really represent,When Sumayya held her chin to her killers, did she think?We would name our little girls after her to teach them strengthAnd who cares about these rappers, we got Hassan Ibn Thabit,Dude was sick with the flow, can't believe you didn't know,That Zaid was a slave who became one of praiseLived the American dream, when America was CreeUmar Bin Khattab was G, held it down for this deenA real superman, made the devils cross the streetAnd if I ever had beef, I would call up Khalid Bin WalidHe was a ride or die homie, amongst the Salaf as Saliheen,And if I close my eyes, man, I could almost seeBilal amongst the cold morning breeze, Allahu AkbarCause surely salah is much better than sleepLike Abu Sufyan after he embraced the deenOn this earth Talha, was a walking shaheedAnd Jafar gave his life for our Ummahs victoryMay Allah be pleased and grant them all the highest levels of heavenLike Uthman ibn Affan, who even the angles were shy in front ofAisha was a genius, ever word was like a thesisMother to all believers, pure like that of Isa'sKhadija held the fetus of Fatima, who was the teacherOf Hassan and Hussein, sons of Ali who were slainMan you gotta know these names, cause these people paved the wayIt's a shame, we know more about them monkeys on BETThis is our history, all the sacrifices that they made for meGave to me, a legacy that I could be proud to keepSaid: Be! It was decreed, that at Badr we were only 300 deepBut with the angels on our side, who could even compete?Although he was a man of peace who preached speech before the swordHe raged a war against error, the worship of fake LordsCame to restore the deen that Ibrahim laid beforeExtreme in his need to feed miskeen and the poorYeah, he was hardcore with his face to the floorOff praying so long that his feet became soreUhhhh, yeah he got down like thatAnd told all the rich they should pay the zakatAnd make the salah, and spread the salaamAnd declare Ashdu-la-ilah, Ha-il-allah,Muhammed a rasooul Allah, Sallau alahe wsalaam,Was the difference between Jannah and Jahennim,Like the mailman just delivering a messageWho else do you know with a swagger that's blessed?The best and perfected, corrected the methodMadina state of mind, coming from the hood of MeccaChampion companions, homeboys were go-gettersDid it bigger and better, had followers before twitterThe leader of leaders, amir to believersEnjoined all the good and forbade all the evilMy hero taught people that we were all equalThe best of examples outlined what is legalForever I'm grateful for all that he came forMay blessings and peace always reach to my mentorMy teacher, my brother, my hero, my prophetMuhammed, Sallau alahe wsalaamAnd that's how it goes, so tell everyone you knowThat this party don't stop till the son of Mary come homeI am pleased with my Lord and Islam as my deen,May we die on these words, Allahuma, ameen© Boonaa Mohammed - 2011