Boonaa Mohammed - Heroes lyrics

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 k**ers 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 So 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 cla** 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 k**ers, did she think? We would name our little girls after her to teach them strength And who cares about these rappers, we got Ha**an 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 Ha**an 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 Did it bigger and better, had followers before twitter 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