Boonaa Mohammed - Body Language

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    Videography by Jiyan H.Dogan
    Body Language
    Your body is a snitch,
    Ready to rat you out on account faster than you can twitch
    And this jury doesn't miss
    Angles keeping tabs on slabs of every thought you ever had
    You've been caught on hidden cam,
    Man this ain't no scam, I'd like to call my first witness to the stand
    Please raise your right hand, and remember
    How many times have you shook hands with the opposite gender
    For business or for pleasure, even though you know better
    You still found a way to justify such a gesture
    Just cause you wanted people to think you were peaceful
    You joined them in evil, the outcome was lethal
    Better to be struck in the head with an iron needle
    Be shy from your Lord, not shy from the people
    All men are not equal
    Some work as slaves for this world, and some are slaves for the sequel
    How will your palms respond when they are questioned about the wrong?
    Will every joint make the point that you strayed from the Qu'ran
    Or will your arms hang on to everything you were upon
    Did you raise them to the sky or raise them to haram
    Will the witness please rise?
    And describe your surprise when you realized you were being compromised
    Forced to standby, as these thighs walked by
    And arrived at a sign for the blind and misguided
    You could have been standing up strong in salah all night long
    Prostrating to your Lord, to thank him for what he's done
    But instead of getting your sujood on, you was getting your groove on
    Tunes for you to move to by Dj Shaytaan
    Going going gone when you hear that song
    You know there's something wrong when music has replaced your Qu'ran
    Making dhikr of who's sicker and which artist is the bomb
    Your Ipod is your God you worship whatever's on
    But I wonder what they`d say, when your ears are told to play
    Back every track that you heard on the Judgment day
    And they might even complain, Ya Allah, is this why we were made
    To embrace the bass of those who'd gone astray?
    You listen and obey, everything they have to say
    In a way offering praise, every time you press play
    But it's ok cause you know what they say
    Music is like candy, throw rappers away
    You could put em on replay, but it still can't compete with
    Alhumduillah Rabbil Ala'meen
    Objection, did you not take heed of this message
    Attention, everything that you see is a blessing
    Correction, but it comes with a fee you accept and
    Confession, it will speak on the day of resurrection
    Yamul Qiyama, Yawm Al Din,
    Yawm Al Haqq, this aint no dream
    So how will you plead, when the Jury Proceeds?
    If these eyes testify, guaranteed they won't lie
    On all they used to spy, when that cutie walked by
    Looking hot like July, you just stood there and smiled
    Thinking it's alright if you don't claim your prize
    But still all the while, making Zina with your eyes
    Every girl every guy, will be placed into lines
    On the day with no shade expect for whom he provides
    When all wombs will be dried, and all tombs come alive
    And everybody will be sorry cause your body will not lie
    Just between you and I
    There is nothing in-between the skies that is unknown to the Most High
    He knows when you are sleeping; he knows when you're awake
    He knows if you've been bad or good so be good just for his sake
    For he gave thee all that thy needs,
    Bestowed his bounty endlessly
    Oh you who believe,
    OMG, he's talking to me
    Enter into Islam perfectly
    Fear Allah the way that he should be
    Feared and don't speak pointlessly
    This piece of meat brings misery
    For those who speak so casually
    Your tongue is but an enemy
    A weaponry of jealousy,
    Especially a felony,
    Biting backs until they bleed
    Void of facts and empathy
    Eating your dead brothers meat
    Guaranteed your lips will stress
    Won't you let the angels rest?
    As they jot down every word
    That they heard, verb by verb
    Aint you scurred? For that day
    When the trumpet blows away
    And you`re standing back from clay
    Naked, just the way you came
    Tell me then what will you say
    When the scale begins to weigh
    And the Judge calls on your name
    Your honour, I rest my case

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