Of Crackers & Doom

Whitey gets mad over the words we said
Shooting white boys to the backs of their heads
We take their dogs we burn them, we shoot-them
Over cliffs in Cali we toss them, we boot-them
The anger of devils, it swells, it grows
The tables have turned, we call white bitches hoes
In the Name of Allah, the Bringer of Doom
He has prepared a fire and there’s plenty of room
The heat so intense, the devil complains and yells
For Satan’s being consumed by the flames of hell
When the Messenger came, Satan increased his evil acts
As he did the injustice with racially motivated attacks
Yesterday, the police ran in that black-house
The pigs have alleged that it’s a crack-house
They claimed that there’s evidence of guns and drugs
Police got a search warrant, trashing the walls and rugs
Ms. Piggie found nothing after searching top to bottom
Had they went next door dude would’ve shot ‘em.

Aquil Aziz
Copyright © 2008

Pig Interrogation, Accusations

You asked this question, that’s what you said right?
“Who bust pigs in the head with lead pipes?”
Who left that cop face down in a puddle so muddy?
Who reversed the Rodney King beating, leaving pigs all bloody?
Who shot those pigs in the backs of their heads?
Who sprayed them out? Who left them for dead?
“For this most heinous crime, someone we must-get”
“And you’re looking good as our top suspect”
“It’s best you confess to what you’ve been accused”
“If you go to trial, you will surely lose”
Listening to their theories left me so amused
Thinking they had me, the pigs were so enthused
“Just confess to the crimes and help yourself out”
“The D.A. will go easy on you no doubt”
I ain’t no dumb ass nigga for Tom Sawyer
I won’t chat with pigs without a lawyer.

Aquil Aziz
Copyright © 2008

Systemic Corruption And Brutality Unleashed

Police point their guns at us ready to bust
Our retaliation is turning their families to dust
All of a sudden, they’re heroes, they’re good guys
Looking at us with their cold, devilish blue eyes
They gun down our children without a second thought
And they’re found not guilty despite what the cameras caught
If we kill a cop in the same breath
The state seeks out the penalty of death
When the whole system’s corrupt, how de we hit-back?
When judges send children to private jails for kickbacks
What do we do when the Constitution is ignored?
When dirty D.A.’s and judges get all the rewards
For success in life we’re often denied the tools
There’s no money for health care or the schools
Sometimes I wonder who in hell had made these rules
And why the people tolerate such a ship of fools?
Now a Black president is at the helm
It’s the same as under Bush we’re overwhelmed
Speak out against corruption with your voice raised
If cops are nearby you’re guaranteed to be tased
You think the government won’t send SWAT to your house?
With their guns drawn on your kids and spouse
In America it turns out that you’re not free
Despite the evidence many are too blind to see.

Aquil Aziz
Copyright © 2009

Judicial Wrestling Federation

Very few of us believe the courts are real-fair
It’s like wrestling, the judge handed over the steel-chair
The prosecutor had you in the figure four leg-lock
Police fingered you as the shooter with the dred-locks
Despite the odds, you refused to tap-out
The judge hit you with the chair and you blacked-out
Your court appointed lawyer was very ineffective
At picking the jury the D.A. was very selective
Taking on the state you didn’t have a chance
With the guilty verdict the D.A.’s high-fived and danced
The law is about who you know and this is real
They’re quick to convict, but slowly process your appeal(s)
Sitting in the can thinking you should’ve took the deal
For lighter sentences your homies went on and squealed
Your wrestling with the system was lesson well learned
Doing ten years before your conviction was overturned.

Aquil Aziz
Copyright © 2009

Cheating Wife

All because of her you put a bullet in his brain
You never knew such pleasure you never knew such pain
Him on top of her, you had to let the bullets rain
Snatched him out the bed like the hook of a crane
Him thrusting in and out your wife nearly drove you insane
You felt like you gave her all your love in-vain
Your wife loving it, you couldn’t bear the strain
The shock of what you saw had left you drained

Plagued by the sound of her moans and joyful screams
The head and the back shots it all plagues your dreams
You saw their intimacy and the delicate kisses
Then you witnessed the smashing, thorough and vicious
You stood there motionless, what you saw was shocking
In addition to her moans the bed was rocking
What you walked in on has left you stunned
Are you willing to let go or aim the gun?

Making love in your bed, her coochie’s taking a beating
You saw concrete proof that your wife is cheating
Twenty-five to life, you calculated those figures
You beat the hell out them both instead of pulling the trigger
“It’s not what you think, let us explain”
But you were damn near ready to kill and maim
Marriage is an honor and a vow so sacred
You tossed them both into the street butt naked.

Aquil Aziz
Copyright © 2009

Tasty Dog

Pulling out gats and gunning down dogs
Slaughtering your pets as if they’re hogs
Busting caps in dogs, rushing them to the dirt
The screams from your dogs, you knew he was hurt
I ran his ass over squirting guts on the ground
Was it Sparkie or Rover? Did they make any sounds?
Accusing me of cruelty, charging me with crimes
I beat all the charges and I did no time
You home is missing something, you don’t feel complete
But little did you know your own dog you would eat
Where is your dog? How is the taste?
If you don’t want, the please don’t waste
You ate all the meat and your fingers you licked
“Where is my dog?” He’s on your toothpick!
You loved the taste so much you had another scoop
The smell of digested dog all in your poop.

Aquil Aziz
Copyright © 2003

Police Moment

Police pulled me over, I asked for what reason?
He faked as if my tags were out of season
He said, “Your license and registration please”
He came back moments later so hard to believe
The was no funny business, no hidden tricks
He said, “You’re free to go and get your tail light fixed”
No matter where I drove, the fuzz passed-me-by
I knew something was up, don’t ask-me-why?
I was cruising through the burbs and the hood
Police were minding their business, it was all good
It’s hard to believe, but today was a good day
There were a gang of pigs, but none looked my way
No racial slurs, no calling me a nigger
All was so peaceful, no fingers on that trigger
As I thought to myself this can’t be right
What a nightmare, I just dreamt I was white!

Aquil Aziz
Copyright © 2008

Spot Passes On

I ran your dog over in the open road
Crush and squirt, saw them guts explode
I did this act so brazen and bold
The crying owner asked, “Who could be so cold?”
The media said that I went too far
When I slammed your dog’s head on that car
Your dog was loved with such grace and devoir
No more barking, Spot is now a memoir
I got in my car, stepped on the gas
Crush and squirt doggy blood on the grass
Pieces of his coat did cover my glass
Ran over your dog, that was his ass
The remains of Spot, so crushed and frilled
My car crushed him, his blood did spill
The sight of Spot’s remains has made you ill
Spot is the 19th dog that I’ve killed
I killed Princess while driving downhill
Your dog did shriek, she made one last shrill
Spot’s sudden death left police with a chill
Twelve more dogs died, oh what a thrill.

Aquil Aziz
Copyright © 2003

Time For Change

Of more marching and chanting we have no need
It’s time to make crackers die, make crackers bleed
It’s time to protect our women and treat them like queens
It’s time to protect our daughters from rapists and fiends
It’s time to confront vicious cops and their brutal attacks
It’s time we stand up it’s time we fight back
It’s time we protect our children, our future
And tell this devil we won’t hesitate to shoot-ya
It’s time we turn to Allah with our faith and trust
Time to kill our enemies, ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Time we stop bickering about housing and sub-prime loans
Time we start building a nation of our own
Time we stop being our open enemy’s victims
Time for revolution, time we abandon this wicked system
In the Name of Allah and the Messenger He sent
Time’s almost up, it’s time we repent.

Aquil Aziz
Copyright © 2008

Government Evil

We got faggot ass devils and faggot ass niggers
Let’s bury them all with the power of the trigger
Christians and Jews, they’re evil, they’re friends
There’s no limit to the wages of their sins
I say fuck Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama
Fuck these white devils and the wombs of their mamas
All this bullshit about racial unity and change
I’d rather be a sniper with a rifle on the range
Creeping on my enemies in the dead of night
Upon their doorsteps let’s bring this fight
Are you tired of whitey’s evil, terror and disrespect?
Let’s show these goddamn devils we’re ready to wreck
America’s a house divided in a free-fall
Afflicted with what her hands have wrought, she can’t recall
9/11 was the doing of your own government’s hands
The event needed for endless wars, the vilest of plans.

Aquil Aziz
Copyright © 2008

Another Statistic

She was just selling her body down the block
When I saw it was her, I was in shock
We went to the same school; we were in the same class
She was quiet and shy, now she’s sellin’ ass
Hundreds of men have crossed her path
Most didn’t care they called her names and laughed
She fell in love with a man who turned-her-out
She don’t feel love anymore, he burned-her-out
I remembered her as a sweet young lady
She only sells her body to feed her baby
In love with a man planting his seed to leave
Left alone and pregnant, so hard to breathe
Hit with setbacks, babysitters so hard to find
Mounting bills and no food, nearly lost your mind
She risks disease and death and even prosecution
She’s another statistic in the life of prostitution.

Aquil Aziz
Copyright © 2008

Psychopathic Government

Very few in Congress sounded the alarm bell
Despite Ron Paul and Dennis Kucinnich, few heard their yells
The government’s corrupt, that’s not hard to tell
Its evil stench, we all know the smell
Surely this wicked nation is deserving of hell
Any civil unrest, the Clergy Response Teams will help quell
This is what it is, the real United States
With law enforcement as psycho as Norman Bates
Fantasies from television has left your reality pierced
Young girls bought the bullshit of Sasha Fierce
As the state SWAT teamed the organic farmers and grocers
GMO foods and fluoridated water is not so kosher
Where child protective services murders our Black kids
Experimenting on us with vaccines and pesticides, yes they did
Devils expect us to forget and forgive what they’ve done
But in their pipeline there’s more evil to come.

Aquil Aziz
Copyright © 2008

Accelerated Fascism

While people here are arguing about sports and bedding
Meanwhile the military drops bombs on an Afghan wedding
Who cares if Blackwater guns down innocent people in “battle?”
In the eyes of the occupier, they’re all cattle
In my rebellion, my resolve, I still remain stiff
While you fuss about a puppy thrown over a cliff
Torture goes ignored, stripping your rights in your face
Common devils didn’t care until they got a taste
The FEMA camps are ready as banks dry up the funds
Under president Obama the feds will confiscate your guns
Hiel Bush, Hiel Obama going from an idiot to a slickster
Both are puppets of fascist new world tricksters
Fascism with a black face is the change we have
How many more American citizens will be tortured and grabbed?
In the Name of Allah as the flames burn-on-you
You devils are scared your own government turned-on-you.

Aquil Aziz
Copyright © 2008

Lord Obama

The treasury is stealing away your funds
While the military is preparing to seize your guns
It’s Lord Obama, the bringer of change to behold
The Kool-Aid drinkers in awe of the “power” he-holds
Projected as Martin Luther King’s fulfillment of the dream
He is the fulfillment of the most devilish scheme
Will the bailouts stop? Will your rights be restored?
Or will crooks prosper and reap all the rewards?
Will the foreclosures stop? Will you keep your homes?
Will banks payback the money and give you loans?
Will Lord Obama bring “change” like he said?
Or will your finances stay in the red?
Will your new president create jobs for you?
And continue the looting of the treasury too?
You got who you wanted; your man in place
Will our oppression continue with a black face?

Aquil Aziz
Copyright © 2008

In Your Face Corruption

I’m as corrupt as an Illinois governor selling a senate seat
Refusing to resign when the public brings that heat
Living in a nation with a nature to cheat
Where the police have the freedom to kill and beat
Where government and business collude and sneak
And the watchers at the gate refuse to speak
This is the real America, the United States
Of corrupt government officials, the United Snakes
Where evil is fair-seeming and in your face
It’s a nation under “God” when God knows His place
Where your rights and liberties are not protected
With your privacy and religious rights being disrespected
This is America, the homeland of torture and terror
Where blatant lies are passed off as specious errors
Better prepare yourselves for food riots and bank runs
Your new president is coming to take your guns.

Aquil Aziz
Copyright © 2008

Politics Of Stupidity

I’m angry as hell and ready to wreck
Praise God for what happened at Virginia Tech
The garbage that makes the news leaves me amazed
Fuck the president and his first 100 days
You think government cares whenever it hurts-you?
That same demon that weaponized swine and bird-flu
As Bush broke the law, the people did nothing
Obama receiving his powers got crackers huffing and puffing
You crackers gave Bush new powers under the Patriot Act
Not thinking those same powers would go to Democrats
I’m so sick and tired of all these games
Where those at fault continue passing the blame
President Obama speaks so slick on the mic
He spoke of “change” but backs down in a fight
Soon there’ll be checkpoints from coast to coast
These people are devils, about their plans they boast
Despite all the proof millions will not believe
They’ll just shut up and roll up their sleeves
You’re so consumed by the reality T.V. explosion
Your rights, your liberties the feds continue the erosion
A Black president, it’s the same script different cast
We can’t move forward without rectifying the past
Niggas and crackers are happy the president is popular
Of politics and news coverage, that shit is jocular.

Aquil Aziz
Copyright © 2009

Boss Fagg False Flag

SWAT is very hesitant to save those bitches
Last time was tragic due to their thoughtless glitches
They’re all female and all of them white
Can the police save all those bitches tonight?
The building is wired for when they come in
Their last attempt killed the bitches plus ten
There’s twenty bitches in all crying to be saved
But are the police willing to be so brave?
The last rescue attempt has changed SWAT’s mode
Ten pigs and ten bitches perished as the building explode
The bitches are praying to God because they’re scared
Their god-complex from their vision went impaired
Here comes SWAT into the building they go
Thinking they found the traps but they don’t know
Police under the illusion they’ve found all the traps
Upon SWAT and the bitches, the structure collapsed
These kidnappings and bombings were set up by Boss Fagg
In other words, all these events were false flags
Of course he produced the patsies now Boss Fagg looks great
In freedom’s name Boss Fagg created a police state.

Aquil Aziz
Copyright © 2009