Tahir
05-23-2006, 01:51 PM
Look.. if you had.. one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted.. in one moment
Would you capture it.. or just let it slip? Yo..
His bombs are ready, since weeks, napalms are heavy
There's an RPG on his shoulder all steady, from his daddy
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
to drop bombs, on all of the kafir’s setting
in their own town, the first bomb explodes so loud
He witnesses south but the kafireen won't come out
They’re chokin, now. Everything's smokin now
Their ammo's run out, time's up, over - BLAOW!
There goes their morality, and all their mentality
All this happened, ‘cause we were provoked
We got so mad, but we don't
Give up that easy nope, we won't have it
we know, God gives us all our hopes
It all matters, the scope
we know that, what they spoke
it's so sad that blood flows
when we go back to our noble home, that's when it's
back to be sad again, yo, this fire’s been lit
we have to go capture the war front and hope it don't pass us
You better - lose yourself as a mujahid, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go (go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better - lose yourself as a mujahid, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go (go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better..
My hearts aching, through this world that is shaping
Watching all the kafirs raping
Hear the ring, of their disorder, new world order
Islam is always soaring; but all the rest of them
Are close to post-mortem, life only grows harder
Rupees don’t matter, our foes are all over
Who knows what is on him, boast to roast rose
We’ve grown out from the gutter
Lonely roads, God only knows
We’ve grown farther from home, we’re no bother
Our own dome is the sign of our own martyr
But hold your rose cause here goes another martyr
He bows down to god a chore, he's bold brother
We proved that we’re the best group who knows
The shows-prose who told another, and so the rope adder
is gold, it unfolds, I suppose it's old partner
But the drums roll on da-da-dum da-dum da-dah
To seize everything you ever wanted.. in one moment
Would you capture it.. or just let it slip? Yo..
His bombs are ready, since weeks, napalms are heavy
There's an RPG on his shoulder all steady, from his daddy
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
to drop bombs, on all of the kafir’s setting
in their own town, the first bomb explodes so loud
He witnesses south but the kafireen won't come out
They’re chokin, now. Everything's smokin now
Their ammo's run out, time's up, over - BLAOW!
There goes their morality, and all their mentality
All this happened, ‘cause we were provoked
We got so mad, but we don't
Give up that easy nope, we won't have it
we know, God gives us all our hopes
It all matters, the scope
we know that, what they spoke
it's so sad that blood flows
when we go back to our noble home, that's when it's
back to be sad again, yo, this fire’s been lit
we have to go capture the war front and hope it don't pass us
You better - lose yourself as a mujahid, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go (go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better - lose yourself as a mujahid, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go (go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better..
My hearts aching, through this world that is shaping
Watching all the kafirs raping
Hear the ring, of their disorder, new world order
Islam is always soaring; but all the rest of them
Are close to post-mortem, life only grows harder
Rupees don’t matter, our foes are all over
Who knows what is on him, boast to roast rose
We’ve grown out from the gutter
Lonely roads, God only knows
We’ve grown farther from home, we’re no bother
Our own dome is the sign of our own martyr
But hold your rose cause here goes another martyr
He bows down to god a chore, he's bold brother
We proved that we’re the best group who knows
The shows-prose who told another, and so the rope adder
is gold, it unfolds, I suppose it's old partner
But the drums roll on da-da-dum da-dum da-dah