Ayrab's Paradise - Rucka Rucka Ali

As I walk through the crowded street and blow up myself

I take a look at my life and realize it’s short as hell

'Cause I been blasted to so many parts that

Even Mohammed can’t clean up the mess I’ve become

But I ain’t never blast a man that wasn’t non-believer

Disagree with the Qoran, ya know that’s unheard of

Ya better watch where you’re walking and going shopping

Where you going you won’t need to buy some socks

I’m reading the hadith and it’s got a quote

Yo, go kill the infidel, it’s pretty straightforward, cool

I’m the kind shahid that all the homies wanna be like

Holding these dynamite and say a prayer screaming jihad

Been martyred all my life, living in an Ayrab’s paradise

I been called to sacrifice, living in an Ayrab’s paradise

I scream, «Bro, aluwakbar» living in an Ayrab’s paradise

Virgins wait for me up high, living in an Ayrab’s paradise

Look at the destination, we’re on a airplane

I can’t take a normal flight, I was raised by the sheik

So I gotta go bam into buildings

Too much jet fuel in the gas tank got me melting beams

I was educated to scream Muhammad jihad

Got some sand in my pants from destroying Riyadh

I could mold a bomb set from Bakespray and a hanger

And my homies is brown so don’t search us at airports, fool

They say killing is the not proper way

But if it’s right in the book then what can I say?

It’s funny jihad only means inner struggle

But my inners are now all over the floor

When we fly, then we want aisle seats

When we storm the pit, it’s you or me, yeah

Been blown up all my life, living in an Ayrab’s paradise

I been called to sacrifice, living in an Ayrab’s paradise

I been martyred for Allah, living in an Ayrab’s paradise

I been eating all halal, living in an Ayrab’s paradise

Got the Arab money flying toward the tower

In another minute I’m gonna meet Muhammad

In Iran, they’re working on building a bomb

That they could drop on Great Satan, but I ain’t even hating

They say they got concerns 'cause I look like I’m from Turkey

If they’re not fucking racist how can they search me?

I guess they am some racist folk

And that shit hurts, that’s why I blow up on this fucking bus, dude

Been martyred all my life, living in an Ayrab’s paradise

I been called to sacrifice, living in an Ayrab’s paradise

I been blown up all my life, living in an Ayrab’s paradise

I been scream, «Bro, Allah, jihad», living in an Ayrab’s paradise

Tell me why are we in crowded street

Is it 'cause we’re wrapped in TNT?

When we fly then we want aisle seats

When we storm the pit it’s you or me, yeah