Lyrics Heros - Boonaa Mohammed
Heroes
My
heroes
never
wore
tights
or
appeared
on
carton
channels
They
had
long
beards
and
kept
clothes
above
the
ankles
No
combing
the
streets,
like
beasts
at
night
looking
for
thieves
My
heroes
fought
their
egos,
and
narrated
ahadith
And
some
of
my
heroes
were
once
bag
guys
too
Baby
killers
and
highway
robbers,
if
you
only
knew
what
they
knew
Cause
you
gotta
know
a
lie
in
order
to
recognize
the
truth
And
what
the
point
of
knowing
truth
if
you
can't
back
it
up
with
proof
And
to
prove
my
heroes
were
united
by
a
single
point
of
view
Why
else
would
they
choose
to
go
against
what
their
fathers
used
to
do
Unless
they
knew,
that
paradise
was
worth
being
abused
The
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
ruku
Yeah
that
would
be
cool,
but
me
and
Hamza,
we
would
kick
it
old
school
Joke
about
the
Jahilliya,
silly
things
they
used
to
do
If
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
Malik
Anything
to
pick
their
brains
and
gain
a
better
understanding
Could
you
imagine
taking
a
class
with
Abduallah
Ibn
Abbas
A
scholar
by
the
age
of
10,
just
a
boy
amongst
the
men
And
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
strength
And
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
praise
Lived
the
American
dream,
when
America
was
Cree
Umar
Bin
Khattab
was
G,
held
it
down
for
this
deen
A
real
superman,
made
the
devils
cross
the
street
And
if
I
ever
had
beef,
I
would
call
up
Khalid
Bin
Walid
He
was
a
ride
or
die
homie,
amongst
the
Salaf
as
Saliheen,
And
if
I
close
my
eyes,
man,
I
could
almost
see
Bilal
amongst
the
cold
morning
breeze,
Allahu
Akbar
Cause
surely
salah
is
much
better
than
sleep
Like
Abu
Sufyan
after
he
embraced
the
deen
On
this
earth
Talha,
was
a
walking
shaheed
And
Jafar
gave
his
life
for
our
Ummahs
victory
May
Allah
be
pleased
and
grant
them
all
the
highest
levels
of
heaven
Like
Uthman
ibn
Affan,
who
even
the
angles
were
shy
in
front
of
Aisha
was
a
genius,
ever
word
was
like
a
thesis
Mother
to
all
believers,
pure
like
that
of
Isa's
Khadija
held
the
fetus
of
Fatima,
who
was
the
teacher
Of
Hassan
and
Hussein,
sons
of
Ali
who
were
slain
Man
you
gotta
know
these
names,
cause
these
people
paved
the
way
It's
a
shame,
we
know
more
about
them
monkeys
on
BET
This
is
our
history,
all
the
sacrifices
that
they
made
for
me
Gave
to
me,
a
legacy
that
I
could
be
proud
to
keep
Said
Be!
It
was
decreed,
that
at
Badr
we
were
only
300
deep
But
with
the
angels
on
our
side,
who
could
even
compete
Although
he
was
a
man
of
peace
who
preached
speech
before
the
sword
He
raged
a
war
against
error,
the
worship
of
fake
Lords
Came
to
restore
the
deen
that
Ibrahim
laid
before
Extreme
in
his
need
to
feed
miskeen
and
the
poor
Yeah,
he
was
hardcore
with
his
face
to
the
floor
Off
praying
so
long
that
his
feet
became
sore
Uhhhh,
yeah
he
got
down
like
that
And
told
all
the
rich
they
should
pay
the
zakat
And
make
the
salah,
and
spread
the
salaam
And
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
message
Who
else
do
you
know
with
a
swagger
that's
blessed
The
best
and
perfected,
corrected
the
method
Madina
state
of
mind,
coming
from
the
hood
of
Mecca
Champion
companions,
homeboys
were
go-getters
The
leader
of
leaders,
amir
to
believers
Enjoined
all
the
good
and
forbade
all
the
evil
My
hero
taught
people
that
we
were
all
equal
The
best
of
examples
outlined
what
is
legal
Forever
I'm
grateful
for
all
that
he
came
for
May
blessings
and
peace
always
reach
to
my
mentor
My
teacher,
my
brother,
my
hero,
my
prophet
Muhammed,
Sallau
alahe
wsalaam
And
that's
how
it
goes,
so
tell
everyone
you
know
That
this
party
don't
stop
till
the
son
of
Mary
come
home
I
am
pleased
with
my
Lord
and
Islam
as
my
deen,
May
we
die
on
these
words,
Allahuma,
ameen
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1 Intro
2 Signs
3 How to Be a Slave
4 Kill Them With Love
5 War On Error
6 Priorities
7 Heros
8 Where's the Fear
9 Beautiful
10 Pumpkin Seeds
11 Too Late
12 For the Love
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