Chorus

Ult li albi bissaraha (I'm opening up my heart with honesty)

Hayya nab'idil karaha (Lets avoid the hated and hatred)

Syakkireena a' kulli ni'ma (Let's remain thankful with what we have)

Ba' ideena anil fattana (Let's avoid all lies and sins)



Verse 1

I feel the heat

From these 4 candles burning

As I'm staring out the window

In solitude I look at life

From different angles

Thoughts strangled

My mind is suffocatin'

In this truth quest

A greed law

That we abide by is ruthless

Enough will never satisfy

Until we toothless

Filthy millionaires

Are gamblin' until they muflis

A sad fact of life

But mankind approved this

I gotta call Him

Sajadah is where the booth is

I'll make it clear that

I ain't even tryin' to preach here

By sharing thoughts I hope

To find a little peace here

I thank Allah for blessing me

To be creative

So here's a diss for me

For bein' unappreciative

Wanted a perfect life

Yeah smile then die old

Fame, money, women

Phat cribos and white gold

Drive my own Beemer

Before I hit two six

A straight pink bitin' toothpicks

Who walk around town wit' two chicks

And doin' new hits to woo tricks....

Now that's wrong

Pleasure from partyin'

And bull ish don't last long

A lotta yuppies sneakin'

Cars out when dad's gone

Crackin' bottles in clubs

Frontin' designer fashion

But I ain't about

To trade happiness for a Jag

So stop smilin' with your ragtop down

Cause for a fact

I don't care about your money

Or how slick your car

'Cause no matter how rich and big you are

It's still Allahuakbar...



Chorus

Ult li albi bissaraha (I'm opening up my heart with honesty)

Hayya nab'idil karaha (Lets avoid the hated and hatred)

Syakkireena a' kulli ni'ma (Let's remain thankful with what we have)

Ba' ideena anil fattana (Let's avoid all lies and sins)



Verse 2

I know that all this

Ain't the right thing

Partying, chasing moneys

And material things

Flying high

Think nobody gonna

Clip my wings

I'm lying to myself

Knowing that

I've been neglecting

Responsibilities

As a healthy Muslim

Riches and loot

Ain't nothing

We frontin'

Diamonds and scrilla

But forget to say

Alhamdulillah

Made my album a killer

Plan B

Now 2-3 droppin'

And I wish to

Ask for forgiveness

Your guidance

Protection and strength

For humbleness and faith

To make me a better man

Success in foreign lands

Never dreamt of that

I remember being 18

When we started Too Phat

Now let's go back

Three years before that

Sometimes I forget

Me and my parents

Took a trip with granddad

I remember '95

While performing Umrah

Made my wish in Mecca

Right in front the Kaabah

Dear God

You made it possible

When facing obstacles

Please let me do good

Before I pass on

In the hospital

And keep reciting

The Testimony of Faith

And find the right way

Out of this life's maze



Chorus

Ult li albi bissaraha (I'm opening up my heart with honesty)

Hayya nab'idil karaha (Lets avoid the hated and hatred)

Syakkireena a' kulli ni'ma (Let's remain thankful with what we have)

Ba' ideena anil fattana (Let's avoid all lies and sins)



Verse 3

Ay yo

Two candles go out

That's when

I feel the wind blow

I haven't met Fatim

For two years

Been livin' like I'm single

Evaluatin' all the friendships

Relationship

The reason it's the tenth year

Is 'cause she's a patient chick

And as far as friends are concerned

Many I've had it all

From those who cried for my pain

To those who plotted my fall

I learned to differentiate

Fakes from the great

Mates from the snakes

Apes wanna beef

Hate's all it takes

For me to blow

A diss song for you

Not even worthy

As an album filler

So now it's smiles

And Alhamdulillah

Yeah, love me

Or hate me

This who I am

Look at the past at times

I wish that I was born again

So I can rectify mistakes

And my wrong doings

Attempts on minimizing my sins

Before my story ends

I ain't no Eddie Murphy

Tryin' to sound as a holy man

But if I tried to be a better person

Now I prolly can

(Wait...)

Who am I to advise you

I ain't been the best

Of God's slaves

Just a poet writin'

What my thought says

A little house

A little car

A little sweet girl

Thank you Lord

I'll try to slow it down

On the cheap thrills

This song will prolly stir

A little controversy

At least I ain't be rappin'

Bout the stuff

As tho' I'm born in Jersey

Stage name is Malique

And lost name is Cairel

Mama told me

Stop complaining too much,

So I will...



Chorus

Ult li albi bissaraha (I'm opening up my heart with honesty)

Hayya nab'idil karaha (Lets avoid the hated and hatred)

Syakkireena a' kulli ni'ma (Let's remain thankful with what we have)

Ba' ideena anil fattana (Let's avoid all lies and sins)