Felicity Of The Oppressed

by Madd Cold

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LONG LIVE YEMEN! Felicity Of The Oppressed--the fourth full-length album from Brooklyn and Iraq's favorite iconoclast, Jonathan Azaziah a.k.a. Madd Cold-- is dedicated to the oppressed, resilient and glorious Yemeni people and their incredible struggle against the Zionist Saudi regime. In what just may be his finest, flyest, most vibrant work yet, Azaziah packs this joint to the brim with sheer rawness, intricate rhyme schemes, totally bananas flows, unrivaled passion, instrumentals of the utmost dopeness and a ferocity that is only surpassed by the Yemeni people themselves. As far as he pushed the limit on Son of Kufa Vol.1 and Dead The Dajjal, Felicity Of The Oppressed cracks yet another paradigm into infinite shards and puts to shame all the so-called 'revolutionary' MCs who have categorically failed Yemen. 'Nuff talking... Turn up the volume for the resistant Yemeni people and LET IT KNOCK!

***All album sales will be donated to Yemeni civilians, especially children, wounded in the murderous Saudi regime's aggression***

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released March 25, 2016

Mixed and mastered by Payday Monsanto
Instrumentals by Monster The Sun Of Marcy, rip (Track 8), Metal Gear Solid, rip (Tracks 7, 13 and 14), Dark Night (Tracks 2, 9 and 11), 8 Bars (Tracks 3, 6 and 10), VTZ (Tracks 1, 4 and 12) and Yuan Chan (Tracks 5 and 15)
Recorded at Ummi's Refuge
All lyrics are the copyrighted intellectual property of Jonathan Azaziah a.k.a. Madd Cold.

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Madd Cold Chicago, Illinois

The son of an Iraqi father whose family descended from the holy, resistant city of Kufa and a Moroccan-Russian mother, Madd Cold is an MC, poet and writer from Brooklyn, New York currently residing in Montreal. His articles, poems and music predominantly deal with World Zionism, as well as geopolitics and decolonization in general. The label is Mouqawamah Music and the motto is "DTI". ... more

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Track Name: Lions From The Highlands
Lions From The Highlands

___—Madd Cold—___

HOOK
Lions From The Highlands here and we are not afraid of you
Lions From The Highlands yo, our spirit’s unassailable
Lions From The Highlands’, vengeance ain’t restrainable
We are liberators and we’ll never be the slaves of you
Yeah, we’re chanting “Death to Saud”!
‘Cause, y’all are just stand-in reps for Yahoud
Yeah, we’re chanting “Death to Saud”!
‘Cause, y’all are just stand-in reps for Yahoud, it’s true

Many claim they live in a revolutionary way but you don’t never see ‘em preach on Yemen, it’s a mockery/And if you don’t or you won’t you should be yoked and then choked, poked in the throat with a Jambiya, every last thing you speak’s embedded with hypocrisy/Why don’t you like the Houthis? Maybe it’s their brownness/Or maybe it’s because they yell “Curse be on the Jews!”, when they’re demonstrating in their townships/Or maybe it’s the fact, they’re Islamic liberationists and their ladies are veiled but, you want them parading with their gowns slit/Or maybe it’s ‘cause you don’t read at all, yeah b laziness is loudest/You do not know these giants, hardened by the wars and the storms that are raging in the mountains/Houthis got dignity, dignity personified, it’s reverberating and it’s boundless/Really yo there’s solely one conclusion I can come to/Either, y’all are madd stupid, just some dumb fools/Or, y’all are actually stooges of the thug Jews/Which means, y’all are not doofuses but scum tools/Actively on the attack against Ansarullah, ‘cause they ain’t got no coolness with your Jewish supremacy/And they got the heart to call for the total removal of the lunatic entity/You refer to it as “Israel” but we call it a tumor, a putrid and Talmudical enemy/All they want is freedom from the Saudi-American control now man/And its cronies in Bahrain, Qatar, Kuwait and the Emirates can go pound sand/Ain’t no in the middle here ‘cause when you feel them missiles near then the issue’s clear, slammed to bed and to rest/You stand with the tyrants, and their air raids and siege on everything from gas to band-aids and beans or stand with Yemen’s oppressed/And don’t you mounafiqoun dare pray with beads, we know you only make Salat to your Zionist masters/But ain’t no way that they’re gonna be able to save your invaders, it’s aimless, ‘cause they’re gonna die on the fly or get captured/You do not know this land, but the Houthis sho’ do/Everything about you’s a corroded scam but Al-Houthi’s so true/ Wahhabism is a British fake but the resistant faith that is in Ansarullah, sends the forces of these bloated fams to the valleys of the swollen damned, ‘cause the Houthis won’t lose/And the six wars that we fought with the regime in the capital/Proves we are smooth, every move from our team, it is tactical/We will never be uprooted ever so, you can put that delusional dream on sabbatical/You’re ‘bout to be driven Straight Outta Yemen, consider us Believers With Attitudes, B.W.A./September 21st Revolution, you can mark it on your calendar as a wonderful day/Feeling like Al-Shahid Sayyed Hussein Badreddine up on this mic-phone, look at our light glow, our fight yo is right so feel this, lyrical miracle of Mumana’a/Like the men of Sayyed Abou Hadi, the Houthis are the unequivocal pinnacle of Mouqawamah/

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All lyrics are the copyrighted intellectual property of Jonathan Azaziah a.k.a. Madd Cold.
Track Name: Emperors' New Clothes
Emperors’ New Clothes

___—Madd Cold—___

You told your subjects that your victory would be swift/But apart from your inner circle, I don’t think anyone in their right mind
realistically believes this/Even those who can’t operate visually can see this/Going into Yemen, only one way your illicit team of centipedes was leaving, in misery defeated/Blown type sky high to smithereens and beaten/We know the Grand Chessboard, our position be strategic/Our plan is living free, not living submissively under the Jewish-Capitalistic greed of Heathens/It is far more agreeable to Al-Mughni to lose our lives in battle, with our dignity and bleeding/Everything about you’s a luxurious mirage/You don’t pray to Al-Khabir, your authority’s the Raj/Overthrow the Wahhabi monarchy and then restore the glory and security to Hajj/

HOOK (2x)
Emperors’ New Clothes, nakedness exposed
Emperors’ New Clothes, nakedness exposed
Say it’s a new you but you’re just arrogant and old
Say that you’re Arabs but you’re as Arab as Sharon
Emperors’ New Clothes, nakedness exposed
Emperors’ New Clothes, nakedness exposed
Say it’s a new you but you’re just crooked and you’re old
Say that you’re Muslims but you’re as Muslim as Shalom

Death to Nahyan and Maktoum, the betrayers of Palestine/Sold out the cause of we Arabs for an Israeli surveillance system, name of it’s “Falcon Eye”/Say it’s all for “peace” but that’s a dangerous alibi/Now you wanna impose this normalization on Yemen, it’s more than disgraceful, you’re way outta your Judaic-infiltrated and callous minds/Said you came here to win but you’ve come here to lose/Said you would purge Yemen of scum but clearly the only scum here is you/If you really thought that you could trounce us you’re retarded jack/We assassinated Sheikh Rashid in Ma’rib and then later you announced it as a heart attack/Now your hasbara’s scalded, you’re bad liars/Even your own analysts call this a quagmire/We love filling your forces with madd ire/as we send ‘em to hell, it’s more gorgeous than sapphires/

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Khalifa, who the hell you trying to savagely threaten?/Saudi Arabia carried out an invasion for you and still the Bahraini people ain’t bow to your nasty oppression/You couldn’t crush their movement even though they didn’t have any weapons/But deploying your sons to fight us represents a change?/Prince Khalid barely escaped with his collaborationist life when we hit him, he ain’t dexterous but lame/Swore we’d be a simple mark but we kill your officers daily, you don’t belong on our treacherous terrain/Send your vulture soldiers back to their home supporters as a load of corpses/After they got their bones shattered and their skulls fractured when we drowned ‘em slow in our flow of mortars/Once we smash you Khaleejis, ain’t no doubt Dajjal’s gonna weep/‘cause his proxies will be buried in Invaders’ Cemetery, damn right the Yemeni cauldron is deep/

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All lyrics are the copyrighted intellectual property of Jonathan Azaziah a.k.a. Madd Cold.
Track Name: Pharaoh Must Go
Pharaoh Must Go

___—Madd Cold—___

Every time I hear your name I feel nothing but disgust/To think
some still say you’re a revolutionary one after all you’ve done, sun, I just wanna buck ‘em in the guts/You ain’t believe that the Gaza Strip destruction was enough/So after Pillar of Cloud, you flooded the Palestinians’ lifeline tunnels with sewage and rubbish, they were crushed/Licking Zionist boots is yo’ thang and you love to clean off the touches and the scuffs/Saud called you up for their war and you had to take it a step further/How many innocents already have your warships plus your ground agents and jets murdered?/Dumb Pharaoh, you committed suicide entering the Yemeni swamp/The price being paid is like eels hunting clownfish in anemones, only you ain’t just getting stung but heavily stomped/

HOOK
Oh Fir3aun you done made a mistake
Your men are screaming from a pain that is great
Their mothers and their wives will complain at their wakes
As they died in Yemen ‘cause you’re a slave of the snake
Pharaoh Must Go, you’re a stooge of Iblis b
Pharaoh Must Go, that means you Sisi
Pharaoh Must Go, Pharaoh Must Go
Pharaoh Must Go, Pharaoh Must Go right now

If Nasser was alive, he would’ve lost all sabr and pounded you/Collaborator emulating sanitation plants you sold Masr and down the tubes/Right into Saudi-Emirati hands, thus the comparison to Nasser’s a groundless ruse/You sickening mook, you didn’t read the history books on why in the 60s Egypt had sent its forces south/To fight Riyadh’s proxies, not to act like Mossad’s copies, following orders and of course without no retort or doubt/ Operation Porcupine 2, Empire Judaica provides support for your sleazy embezzling/ Soldiers of Nasser died as martyrs for Arabism, your men die as pawns for Khaleeji hegemony/They’re Zion’s dogs, mindless hogs for Amreeki supremacy/

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Every last drop of your dignity gone, ‘cause Rothschild’s tentacles have reached you/Joined in ‘Decisive Storm’, so you could play the center role of chief stooge/You’re a reprehensible and weak fool, and the moment that you’re of no more use/Like Mursi and Mubarak previously, they’ll throw yo’ hide in a sewn-on noose and it’s “so long!” poof!/Now, your troops are bogged down, more than 40 killed or captured on the Yemeni coast/Disaster goes on and the more they’ll be plastered or just steadily choked/You slaughtered fishermen in Kadman and Aqban you bastard, your tactics make our enmity grow/Said Iran is a threat to Arab identity, how absurd, vile and stupid/Only threat to our Arab identity is traitorous filth as servile as you pig/

REPEAT HOOK (2x)

All lyrics are the copyrighted intellectual property of Jonathan Azaziah a.k.a. Madd Cold.
Track Name: May You Rot
May You Rot

___—Madd Cold—____

Eliminating Ansarullah is a bad place to start, truly yo your strategy’s defective/Almost as big of a pure joke as your office being democratically elected/99% of the vote won and you had the only name on the ballot/And you dare look us in the eyes and claim that it’s valid/Do we look as if our brains were rearranged with a mallet?/You’re a tool of Americans, stooge of the Emirates/Slave of the Saudis and the Jewish Hegemon’s bitch/Abed Rabbo Mansour Hadi, you and your devils are Zionized/Agents of the game to split our nation that originated with the hateful Gerald M. Feierstein/Us?! Every level is lionized! But you, every pebble’s comprised of lies/Hell awaits your placement and our statement doesn’t need an amendment/God doesn’t want you and, neither does Yemen/

HOOK
May You Rot in Hell’s pits for your treason
May You Rot in Hell’s pits for your scheming
May You Rot in Hell’s pits for appeasement
Lost your humanity and joined the demons
Gimme a reason! Why you’re breathing!
Or this Zelzal will burn you to pieces, blao!
Foul, you’re aligned with sedition
May You Rot for all the crimes you committed

Yemen never knew sectarianism until you barbarians picked it up from the Saudis, once they pumped you full of petrodollars/Sunni-Shi3a unity was replaced with the debasement of Ibn Taymiyyah and all his retro-“scholars”/I use that term loosely knowing fully well they’re bullies working overtime so we die a death so squalid/Your essence is rabbinical, the enemy is where you get yo’ knowledge/Hate to break it to you Qaeda but Bin Laden and Zawahiri ain’t moujahideen/You’ve been used by the Heebs, as an artificial movement and team/to justify their universal war on our beautiful Deen/And ISIS, your caliphate is dubious and foolish indeed/The Jews’ most ruthless maneuver and scheme/Hell awaits your placement and our statement doesn’t need an amendment/God doesn’t want you and, neither does Yemen/

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Omar al-Bashir, when the Saudis approached you to bow before them, how did it sound to you as your skin drastically prickled/And they bought you off with a few checks and less-than-raggedy crystals/You were tactically tickled, as they promised we’d be finished before this became a tragedy issue/But we’re too strong for you to crush us, too boss for you to dust us, when we walk, even gravity ripples/So you committed forces to a genocide for nihilist jerks/And the central reason why your vileness hurts/is because you were always resistant even in the face of Sudan cracking in half, you know how the Zionists work/They bombed you but now you appease their partners?/Your betrayal above every other state has left the region darker/Hell awaits your placement and we won’t be praying for you at Jummah/God doesn’t want you anymore and, nor does the Ummah/

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BRIDGE
Saudis want Yemen in despair and in misery
Yet you still help them, where is your dignity?
Saudis kill children and you share their iniquity
How dare you rep Islam, where is your dignity?
Saudis hate Africans, you’re aware of their bigotry
But you back their war, where is your dignity?
Not another moment can I bear your stupidity
May Jahannam crush you for barbaric duplicity

All lyrics are the copyrighted intellectual property of Jonathan Azaziah a.k.a. Madd Cold.
Track Name: Screams Of The Slain
Screams Of The Slain

___—Madd Cold—___

HOOK
West ain’t silent,
the West be guilty as sin for every bomb that the Saudis drop
And they will be held responsible for all the blood of our children
‘till the Saudis stop
Screams of the slain, hear us sing and roar
Screams of the slain, we will bring a storm
And our resistance will linger on
‘Till the Saudi family and its kingdom falls

Don’t you dare say that there ain’t no Western puppets condemning this/because they’re oblivious, that argument is corrupt and ridiculous/hypocritical and just insidious, plus it’s hideous/They are very much complicit in every crime that’s committed, against our people/They say it’s “Iranian aggression” and they’ve tried to prevent it but it’s lies that they’re spinning, it’s quick to see through/They are beyond disconnected from the Divine, so far gone and they’re vile and demented, they’re vicious “regals”/Washington, “Tel Aviv” and the most godless, the British are providing logistics, arms and the bombs and the bullets that are grinding our women, to bits, they’re evil/Defiling our kids and destroying every last bit of shine in our districts, they’ve stripped what’s peaceful/Saudi regime rules with violent dominion, what they want is a colony, hive full of minions who will willingly suppress all their mindful opinions, and who won’t defy or hold their heads high in resistance, then kiss their feet too/What they want is bondage for Yemen so we’re not independent, their grip is lethal/We prefer to die than to live this, our country is all that we got and we’ll die to defend this, we’re gifted eagles/And we will prevail, because the Zionist menace and the tyrants it’s sending into our lands to carry out a mass genocide that is endless is sick and feeble/This here’s for Amran and Aden, Abyan and Al-Bayda, Dali, Mahrah and Hudaydah, our love for you’s like a phoenix birth/For Lahij, Shabwah and Socotra, Ibb and Jawf to Hadramawt and to Hajjah, total liberation is our aim and you’re fueling our dreams and thirst/This is for Amanat al-Asima, Thamar, Raymah and Al-Ma7wit, Ma3rib and Ta’iz, Saada and Sanaa we will bruise and we’ll bleed and work, ‘till the ghouls and the fiends disperse/We know they’re ZOGgers, Cameron, the GCC and Obama, serve the Israelis in the name of Dajjal/You maim us in our masjids, you say that you have fatwas straight from Wahhabi hatemongers, posing like sheikhs then claim it’s halal/Whether in the dounya or the Akhira, all of these 7ayawein will pay for their wrongdoings/So get it right, we will rebuild regardless, even if the nation is all ruins/

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This is a Sahyouni-Amreeki-Yahoudi-Saudi-Britani conspiracy, and there are Takfiri terrorists playing key features/Hasbara abound about the Houthis but we say the scheme’s steeper/Oded Yinon chronicled our demographics and came up with an action to make us bleed, and eventually make our seeds weaker/So much smoke is in the atmosphere, from the megaton bombs that are blasting here, they have permanently grayed our clean ether/We fight, we don’t just pray to be freer/‘Cause ALLAH (SWT) helps those who help themselves, and for us He paved the way to see deeper/We can tell you now there ain’t no strategic value in slaying beekeepers/Horrible crimes, lots were killed, it’s a proper sin/They are carpet-bombing apartments and markets, they’re heartless, they’ve hit our soccer fields, and our boxing gyms/We are besieged by these ungodly thieves, deprived us of everything from docs to pills, and of oxygen/There’s a choice so if you don’t raise your voice in support of us, then you might as well hoist the Saudi-Israeli flag up ‘cause you’re not for real, and you’re not our friends/Matter fact, you’re noxious, toxic, obnoxious shills ‘cause you plot with them/You cover up their role in this assault on Islam and still call them “Custodians”/Tell me, would true protectors of Mecca and overseers of Medina murder elderlies? It’s abhorrent along with erroneous/These are not humans, they’re miserable affliction-sellers, criminal perdition-dwellers, and the nature of this war is felonious/We know where they’re originally from, Dönmeh scum run amok, very essence of their being is wrong and it’s odious/Our fire burning them down, it was prophesied, while they run around with concubines draped in gold and infused with little pearls/And their American-provided jets decimate schools for little girls/Qana and Dahiyeh’s agony and the horror of Gaza all over again, Zionist-inspired and the proof is scary/So demented is Saud that they demolish plants that produce our juice and dairy/Thinking of Sanaa’s Old City, so pretty and vibrant were its grand infrastructures/All been eradicated now, thousands of years of history just vanished in rampant destruction/They destroyed ancient shops and factories for ceramics production/Annihilation of culture, that’s what Jewry demands of its puppets/Disease in Riyadh, mutation from its parent, the cancer in London/They bombed a water-bottling plant that slaughtered 36 men heading home to their fams, man it’s disgusting/It’s like Yazid is back because they’re bandits and drunkards with candid dysfunction and manic corruption/It’s like they’re addicted to Yemeni blood, they are jonesing and zealous hordes/Seif Ahmed Seif lost his life when your murderous air strikes mowed his umbrella store/Children dead in their hundreds, never will they graduate or go to the beach to just kick it on the sandbar/Thinking of 12-year old Tayseer Okba, killed on a gorgeous morning as she paid a visit to her grandma/Saud has a predisposition for sedition and division, Judaism in its crypto form, the father of the fitnah and inflictor of the land’s scars/This is their religion and we’re proud to be kufr in the face of their iniquitous and damned “god”/

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Can’t call you Arabs when your vermin troops are turning youth into piles of bones and then you pay them piles of bones a.k.a. the vilest dough, crazy how you perpetual sinners love your wealth/You say Iran is alien the way that they run and pad us but it doesn’t add up ‘cause we’re standing alone, extraterrestrials didn’t come to help/We have brotherhood and friendship, our respect for the Islamic Republic is tremendous but we don’t take orders and they don’t give ‘em so under scrutiny, your hasbaranik festival is just gonna melt/Richest “Arab” state dropping bombs on the poorest Arab state, that’s the apex of detestable in and of itself/Martyr count expands as the blockade continues to slowly bring death/A barber, 26-year old named Mohib was slaughtered and his legs were the only thing left/Targeted the Hayash fam with their sheep and cows in Al-Qufl, life at the root is the target of the Gulf’s unholy kings’ theft/5-year old Ra7ma in intensive care, her face is covered in burns/Sole survivor of the Ta7rour massacre that gave her momma Na3ma and 9 more fam members placement under the earth/Don’t know if she’s gonna make it dun, and it hurts/‘Cause this don’t even touch the basics when it comes to these rapacious plunderous worms/Case in point, is the 28 souls of the Dhaifullah fam in the village of Sabr, erased and bludgeoned by these voracious bunches of germs/Or the Bani Zeila atrocity in Hajjah, helicopters mass murdered women and the little ones/Blowing up everything, leaving a trail of body parts from their heads and organs to their brittle thumbs/Now they sit with angels who are crying as their harps play and their fiddles strum/Drowning in blood but the resilient Yemenis grind still/Trusting in ALLAH (SWT) to provide them triumph, the Iman of lions, they know every heavenly vibe’s real/131 lives spilled at a wedding party in Al-Wahijah village, of Al-Mukha on the Red Sea/Inhumanity of epic proportions, no amount of Zioganda can suppress or distort this image of so many dead queens and so many dead seeds/It is indeed not surprising that it’s here where the aggression began/‘Cause it overlooks vital Bab el-Mandeb and we were set and prepared/to send arms packages out to the ocean and the Gaza Strip is where the weapons would land/Our love for Falasteen The Beautiful is irreducible you mutant fools, it simply ain’t in our genetic makeup to accept your commands/So many nightmares to relay, it’s like my mind, heart and soul are gushing from visions/UN casualty count is embarrassing, the ultimate tool of World Arrogance, you cannot trust the statistics/What kinda humans bomb farms and the camps of refugees with cluster munitions?/You pounded the north so hard you ain’t got no more buildings to hit and now you’re fronting like your stuck coalition is just and auspicious/Overwhelmed by apathy, I’m about to go fucking ballistic!/ How many dead Yemeni kids is it gonna take before you hypocrite-ass motherfuckers will listen/Maybe if we described our plight in a “human rights” frame then you liberalism-suckers would get this/But we don’t want your NGO-encrusted assistance/We know that it is us and only us who can fix this/We have Islam! And that’s why Saud cannot crush our Resistance/Your Takfiri constituents are ecstatic ‘cause you cynically triggered a war/But even with all your resources, you ain’t got no spiritual pureness and with that alone we’re infinitely richer than y’all/Yemen reunified is near, we already see a future where your reign is through/Guided by Muhammad, Ali, Hassan and Hussein and Zayd, Ahlul Bayt’s light blazes true/Only ALLAH (SWT) is Ar-Razzaq, so we could be famished from famine and frantic with thirst from drought and still we will be more sustained than you/

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All lyrics are the copyrighted intellectual property of Jonathan Azaziah a.k.a. Madd Cold.
Track Name: Run For Shelter II (Striking Stars)
Run For Shelter II (Striking Stars)

___—Madd Cold—___

Looks like Operation Scorched Earth ain’t teach you a damn
thing/Same evilness even though you got a brand new treasonous
sham king/We kicked your tail then and we are kicking your tail
now/We’re giants and you’re midgets, ridiculous frail clowns/We got Kornets, Katyushas and SCUDs and Grads/Plus our Zelzals and Striking Stars, firing away to put all you thugs in bags/We eat Khaleeji soldiers for breakfast, whether they’re stepping in American Abrams tanks or French LeClercs/Loaded Luxes of Yemen so devils gon’ get this work/In the trenches, we bring extensive hurt/Lit-up skies when you witness bright booms/That’s us, downing more Yank F-16s and British Typhoons/Nextgen Mouqawamah, you need to get it right/Thought that you were Superman but we are kryptonite/

HOOK
Run Saudi devils, run right underground
Run Saudi cowards, run for cover now
Missiles, from the mighty Houthis are coming down
Striking Stars fired, run when the thunder pounds
Run For Shelter Saudi scum, run now
Ansarullah, promised flames would come down
You might get far
But when we shoot the Striking Stars
Heat-seeking tech will (show me where you are)

Feeling like Imam Ali (A.S.) when he hit Khaybar, our advancement is phenomenal/We fight like we could go 100 rounds, you fight like you are cramped in your abdominal/Every ambush has you damn mooks frantic and illogical/But we’re beyond just taking over bases and retaking our lands/We ain’t the ones to play with vultures, we’re an ancient omen that is breaking your plans/Feeling like Qassam in Shuja3iyah, Hizbullah in Wadi al-Hujeir, this is reminiscent of firefights with Yahoud/The Holy Prophet Muhammad (S.A.W.W.) said conflagrations would rise from Yemen and deliver dyer strikes on your brood/Like the Toshka annihilation of 300 invading rats/Call us bird hunters the way we leave your drones and copters blazed in scrap/We promised we would pay you back/for the Sanban wedding massacre and all your other heinous acts/

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No amount of Western support can change the fact you are spineless, impaired squids/ Sitting in the corner biting your nails as our rockets rain down like it was hail, and obliterate your supply lines and your Zionist Air Bridge/We brought the heat to your sleekest base in Khamis Mushayt and all your petrodollar monies and wellwishers/Ain’t plug our assault, we killed a few dozen of yours and sent 20 of your Israeli buddies to hell with ya/We’ll be remembered for making invaders spill and leak stunning and timeless/Jizan to Najran to Ma3rib, we got you fools fleeing like wildebeest running from lions/To the tyrant of Jordan, we take pride in aborting your Zionist forces only thing that you’re really “king” of is Playstation/You ain’t hear we slay Masons? And fill up body bags high with the paid laymen of the Great Satan?/Then Wadi 3araba surrenderist, here’s to you screaming as your rotten flesh pops/And for our Sahrawi brothers in the Sahara, to the negative end of the Akhira, go the coward troops of the Moroccan despot/We are like the Revolutionary Guard locked with Spetsnaz/Badass, and these Senegalese and Sudanese mercenaries are getting more than a tad smashed/Missiles got ‘em making a mad dash, madd fast, all they see’s a red streak just like the Flash passed/Feel the swelter, Run For Shelter, had to pelt ya, melt ya, helter skelter, you’re bubbling like Wahhabi seltzer, only pure soldiers can win/And we’re the proof, it’s the 2006 Divine Victory, all over again/

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BRIDGE
Our missiles turned your warships to fish food
Our rockets turned your warships to fish food
Our men have turned your warships to fish food
It’s true, this is the price you pay when you intrude
Bottom of the ocean is where you sink to
This invasion’s clearly something you ain’t think through
Houthis, we love making a false “king” lose

All lyrics are the copyrighted intellectual property of Jonathan Azaziah a.k.a. Madd Cold.
Track Name: Falasteen Is Yemen's Heart
Falasteen Is Yemen’s Heart

___—Madd Cold—___

HOOK
Say it with me now, Falasteen Is Yemen’s Heart
We dream of 7ouriyeh and our dream is never dark
Fire burns, let it beam and let it spark
And rise, breathe, we will be forever strong
Say it with me now, we’ll defeat the men of Baal
Say it with me now, we will beat the red Dajjal
Quds to Galilee, once it’s free we’ll then embark
from Saada, ‘cause Falasteen Is Yemen’s Heart

We ain’t chanting ‘Death To Israel!’ just because we hate the Zionists kteer/And of course we long to see this virus disappear/from our region, because this entity’s been terrorizing it for years/First and foremost though, we chant it ‘cause we love you/Yemen and Falasteen are linked by blood and antiquity, literally from the very beginning we have championed your struggle/Our martyrs have fallen on the road to your liberation like, they were riding chariots to come through/Yemeni-Palestinian solidarity ain’t something that the barbarians can undo/Situation ain’t precarious, it is clarion like the brilliance of Sumerians in a various number of ways, our brotherhood’s gregarious in bundles/You’re the reason our leader wakes up in the morning, his speeches are seething and bleeding with passion for your war with the demons, he needs it to breathe, and so do we thus the du3a are endless that “Israel” gets rendered to carrion and rubble/They try to tear us apart but all the scariness they’ve thrown at us, we’ve parried it, you’ve shown us with the First and Second Intifadas that eventually, the nefarious will fumble/And at that moment the oppressed will rise and the oppressors and their barriers will crumble/Manner that Saud bombs us with the Yahoud’s help, and the way Yahoud torments you with Al-Saud’s wealth, even in our suffering we’re linked in this/Zion’s the enemy, noone else, we ain’t buying what they’re hustling, they think they’re slick/Ain’t no differences between a martyred child in Gaza and a martyred child in Hajjah, we feel like we’re y’all just on a shorter scale/Our aggressors wanna be Ashkenazis so much then we should gore them ‘till they’re gaunt and pale/They’re already crazed, let’s treat ‘em like trains without breaks and maul them ‘till they’re off the rails/And once our homeland is successfully defended/Then we’ll head north for the liberation of the place where the Holy Prophet (S.A.W.W.) had majestically ascended/Wallahi, ‘cause even though the bombardments are bad/And even though the filthy Saudi regime and its darkness is mad/We’re cruisers, they’re featherweights and they’re dolts, when it came time to commemorate our revolt, we marched with your flag/‘Cause Falasteen is life to us and though this fight is tough, we gain strength with all your remarkable car operations and your marvelous stabs/Falasteen you’re the lone gem in a landslide/The air still there in a whole stem when a plant dies/You’re Zhourat in winter, orange juice in summer/Every gorgeous blooming color of autumn, and the first lemons of spring, no soul can tear this immortal truth asunder/You’re the baby sea turtle slipping the sharks and then living ‘till a hundred and fifty/You’re the ghosts striking back at the invaders after they bludgeoned the city/You’re the dying Resistance fighter that fires off one more shot before the breath leaves his lungs/You’re the emcee who fearlessly refuses to put down the mic in the face of tyranny, telling the ruler that you best seize my tongue/ You’re the child sage who despite being fresh, green and young, knows that only in death he has won/Falasteen, you are shine and life and you’re shining bright, so we’re riding right by your side to fight ‘till your occupiers and their pets leave, whether they’re on planes or rowboats, jet skis or hung/We wanna restore Ashkelon to Majdal, Negev to Naqab, Ashdod to Isdud, Jaffa to Yafa, Tel Aviv Uni to Sheikh Muwannis and more, then there’d be blessed peace and fun/Falasteen we love you and no matter what you ask, we will help you heal your scars/So ready more ammunition and more arms, it’s a pure bond/And Yemen won’t be completely liberated until y’all are/So we soar on towards a calming, soothing solace/After Falasteen is Sahyouni-free, from the River to the Sea, that’s an Ansarullahi, Houthi promise/

REPEAT HOOK (3x)

All lyrics are the copyrighted intellectual property of Jonathan Azaziah a.k.a. Madd Cold.
Track Name: Hero No More
Hero No More

____—Madd Cold—___

Can’t call it nothing but a stab in the back/And it really don’t get anymore sadder than that/Goes to show that even amongst our
friends, the hypocrites are numerous/How in the world did you get in with these lunatics?/when you’re a mesh of a brother with a Qur’an and a sister with a crucifix/And they want to break this up ‘till the divisions are voluminous/They hate the unity of Muslim and Christian/so what they push is sedition/ until your entire nation is shook with affliction/You’re aware of this and that but you don’t know Saud? Please stop the bugging/It is bottom-to-the-top disgusting and it’s not becoming/You endured over 60 years of Italian colonialism/Plus 30 years more of occupation and war at Ethiopia’s hands and you were forced to see through their odious prism/So how do you align yourselves with the world’s most draconian system?/How in the world are you on the same side as the Jewish regime?/When they backed Ethiopia for three decades as it crushed your people with its brutal machine/What was the cost the Saudis paid to use your land and waters?/To launch attacks on our homes and slam our borders/to murder our sons and damn our daughters/Be silent, real anti-imperialists don’t get behind plans of torture/Listen, we don’t wanna spit with poison/but we’re simply heartbroken and disappointed/‘Cause we used to look up to you/And your fight against poverty, disease and illiteracy among so much other stuff you do/But now we’re wondering, was it all subterfuge?/You think they gon’ stick to their words? Then you’re just confused or just some fools/Once they are done with you/They will start implementing the US-‘Israeli’ directive for undercutting you/Think not?! Go ahead and ask Saddam, Ben Ali and Hosni Mubarak, trust, it’s true/President Afwerki, Eritrea was once a miracle born/But now, now you’re a Hero No More/Sold out bad for foreign aid/and now, now, you’re a slave/So when that horrid day arrives in Asmara with car bombs blasting in the dead of the night/‘Cause Saud infected you with Takfiri terrorist types/You’ll feel shame and you’ll know, Yemen was right/

BRIDGE
Eritrea, you’re a damn betrayer
Eritrea, you’re a damn betrayer
Shame on you, land invader
Abandoned us, for their rancid paper
Eritrea, you’re a damn betrayer
Eritrea, you’re a damn betrayer
Shame on you, land invader
From emancipator, to collaborator,
Shame on you, Eritrea

All lyrics are the copyrighted intellectual property of Jonathan Azaziah a.k.a. Madd Cold.
Track Name: Can't Uproot Us
Can’t Uproot Us

___—Madd Cold—___

You were at the heart of the Jahiliyyah, living with your heads
in the sand/While we had a thousand-year kingdom flourishing, nourishing our people with abundances, everything was resplendent and grand/Had an agricultural economy that was second to none, it was way more than an excellent run, fed foreign dignitaries spice-soaked sheep, beef tendon and lamb/Never was there ever a time when we were not defending our land/Fought the Babylonians, the Macedonians, the Greeks, Romans and Assyrians, hordes of Byzantines and droves of Abyssinians and Ottomans but all of them surrendered or ran/But you clowns, very moment that the British entered and coopted your malevolent fam/you bowed, down to this devilish band/of imperial filth, let them take your material wealth/We made our own ‘cause our homes were protected by the Throne of The Most Supreme and I know you know, so say our name, Saba/Sons of Dawoud (A.S.) and his truly splendiferous Queen, so don’t you dare degrade our claim, Saba/Heinous, that’s what your trade is, civilization, that’s what our reign was, indeed we paved the way, Saba/Gave Arabia script and language in a blessed Jihad/To this day you maintain your Satanist Judaism but before we even knew the name of our Deen we had accepted Islam/

HOOK
Can’t uproot us yo, we’re firm as the ground is
Can’t just boot us yo, we’ve merged with the mountains
Thinking you could means you’re crazy
You can’t uproot us, we will always be in Yemen

You were at the core of the war on our Prophet (S.A.W.W.), you were borne of the boorish boar Abu Lahab/Abu Sufyan and Muawiyah and Yazid, it’s like you came right outta the pores of the Zaqqum/Murderous, poisonous, drunkards, anointed in Hell, you’re simply so impure and obnoxious/Killers of Hussein (A.S.), those are your descendants/Torturers of Zaynab (A.S.), that’s who you hold as golden and tremendous/You’re downright low, your wreak is ungodly/But us, from Saada to Najran, the women and the men of Banu Hamdan, knew that Muhammad (S.A.W.W.) was true and he was a Nabi/when our clan heard the sweetness of the words in his letter and the preaching of Ali (A.S.)/Gave us the teachings and body of work from Rasoulallah (S.A.W.W.), and his eloquence proved that he was the Wali/He was an eagle who loved and protected Ahmad (S.A.W.W.) and he would never lead us to folly/Walking through the City of Knowledge first requires you to walk through its Gate, which is the husband of Fatima al-Zahra, the Queen of the Universe (A.S.), who we bleed for with glory ‘cause we are her party/Miqdad ibn Aswad and Ammar Ibn Yasir, they were both Yemeni, don’t you forget it b, among the very best of the Sahaba/One more testament and honor to our history, while y’all rot in desolate Jahannam, begging to get let into Nirvana/

REPEAT HOOK

Your history is egregious and illicit/Our history is prestigious and prodigious/We take so much pride in our lives and the way we not just survived but thrived, in the face of your tries to make our demise but we are beaming and we’re driven/You demons are sadistic and you’re seething with derision ‘cause Ansarullah, is the meaning of uplifting/On your ills yo, we could write an omnibus, and it’s very hard for us, not to just shrug and smirk/When you say you want “legitimacy” for Yemen, it is simply idiocy, ‘cause your villainy breeds fitnah-disease, your ability to feel anything is plugged, you’re cursed/ You’re the offspring of Zion’s NATO and for innocent blood you thirst/And no such beast can uproot us and force our movement to succumb to hurt/We’re of this precious land like this precious land is of this earth/You wanna love Yemeni terrain? That is something we can readily arrange, think of our missiles as Cupid, they hit you, you’re stupid, and then you fall in love with worms, when you’re under dirt/You question our belief in Tawhid when you ‘pray’ to your objects of greed, you’re the ones who engage in tons of Shirk/ Everything about your Wahhabi ideology is nasty and shady foo/Funded despicable “Scientific Institutes” to divide Shafi and Zaydi who/were always unified, until you arrived, but this dumb Takfiri plot’s going badly and failing too/You were implanted by Westerners operating with Jewish money/And though your occupation is crude and bloody, you knew we were cantankerous/So now you’re actively watching our Mouqawamist fire, burn your tanks to bits/and fry your jets, sink your battle cruisers, we love seeing you rattled losers ‘cause our revolution is true, it wasn’t a blur of prankishness/ We’ve been here and we always will be here like the myrrh and frankincense/Just like the bees of Hadramawt, that produce the honey of Sidr/Just like the essence of Uwais al-Qarani (R.A.) that lives in the youth who long to be the dunnies of Khidr (A.S.)/You cannot uproot us, to believe otherwise makes you surely mistaken/You cannot uproot us, because seven wars in? We’re still here and you ain’t never gon’ win which means you fought poorly for Satan/We are the mountains of Saada, we are the coffee of Aden/We never kneeled to any foreign invader, and to start now just ain’t appealing/Trying to cage us is lameness, you know that we will just break the ceiling/You can’t uproot us, just to think it means you are jokers/You treasonous vultures and fiends will get drowned in the sea of our culture, see?!/We are forever Yemeni like the Dragon Blood Tree of Socotra/

REPEAT HOOK (2x)

All lyrics are the copyrighted intellectual property of Jonathan Azaziah a.k.a. Madd Cold.
Track Name: For The Sayyeds
For The Sayyeds

___—Madd Cold—____

To our leader, uh, our righteous leader/Enemy swore if it could
tarnish you then we would be lost in the wilderness, caught in
the spillages of this oh-so brutal fight, sniped and then knifed and
we might just teeter/But they were dead wrong, there ain’t no sort of bewilderment, there’s only one line of thought in our villages, not to hold court with the pillagers but to battle them ‘till they bounce and they will, no doubt about it ‘cause we’re headstrong/Sayyed Abdul Malik al-Houthi, we love you and for you we’ll lay our lives down/Taught us to be cautious of this Wahhabi-Judaic consortium that wants us to submit to its torment but we abhor it in the categorical, so we pray our Fives loud/Fajr, Dohour, 3asser, Maghreb and 3isha2, with a special du3a we croon for Imam Hussein (A.S.)/Light brighter than ever, like lightning that severed, Jew-type lycans in weather, that is suitable for us but not suitable for creeps/Narcoleptic Mouqawamah, truly we can do this in our sleep like the Master of Martyrs (A.S.), even after they slew the Imam, he reigned/They cannot move the Imam with bane because his purity will overwhelm/Sayyed Abdul Malik, they assassinated your brother Hussein and assuredly they’ll go to hell/Karbala’s Champion is where he got his namesake/And we feel the 10th of Muharram in his mountain shrine at noon, night and daybreak/Every time he spoke we felt our hearts beat in a rush/ Made our souls shine and he gave the demons a punch/Him and his companions were murdered, by a treasonous bunch, left bleeding and thus/“Labbaykah Ya Hussein!”, has far more than a single meaning to us/Though both are rooted in the fact that we will never be defeated or crushed/

BRIDGE (4x)
Yes indeed, it’s For The Sayyeds

To Nasrallah, yeah, to Nasrallah, Sayyed Hassan we admire you most/You inspire with quotes, you’re like our grandsire and every word that you speak is like a fire that roasts/ The Saudi royal family to their core, through your spiritual and intellectual fearlessness, you brought calamity to the door of these Zionist dopes/Enough with the diplomacy, these devils should be hung high on a rope/Madd flames, like they’re doing to our women and children across Yemen, let’s let ‘em fry and just smoke/We feel rejuvenated, because of your brilliant words Sayyed/Embers from the Dahiyeh and the Bekaa on the battlefield with us, we love your resilient burn Sayyed/Can’t call you marja3, but if our crew could, our crew would, you’re too good, we adore your vision, we rock with your class and mastery/You’re a cut above the rest like a butcher with a business on top of a mattress factory/None but you, Abou Hadi and your Resistance are ripping and popping the bastards actively/Ain’t a point or two that you’re raising you’re making it boisterous/ Thunder in your condemnation of Wahhabism, only prominent one, who is saying it’s poisonous/Brought Yemen to the forefront of your ideological doctrine, you eradicated our voicelessness/Brought to shame every one of our silent people just staying there loitering/ Or even worse, taking payments to back the invasion, turned to agents and they are exploiting it/But they’ve failed already, and Sayyed you declared a new era/And noted we’d prevail over Zion’s incomparable terror/We’ve proved we can bear even their most unbearable measures/You defended our Islam and defended our Arabness/Exposed Saud as a pathetic embarrassment, shredded their arrogance/Sayyed you’re a legend and in Heaven no doubt the angels already built you sevens of the most splendid, incredible garrisons/And know this, your faith in us is making us break and truck through the enemy and its hegemony, like Hizbullah in ‘06/

REPEAT BRIDGE (4x)

To Ayatollah, yeah, Ayatollah Sayyed Ali Khamenei we love you and salute you for your precious stance/You are more than the Supreme Guide and most wise of our truthful and intrepid camp/You are like a brutal and effective lance/of truth, that cuts through the propaganda in times that are crucial and gives us a proper candor and rhythm to move to while others groove to the oppressors’ dance/It’s off the hook ‘cause, even with your age and more grays, your defiance increases/Masha’ALLAH, you’re a lion who’s eating up all of these vile ones, leaving nothing but their bones and piles of pieces/You’re the anti-hegemon, you make the Empire get squeamish/A modern day saint for real, your station has skied and is reaching the highest of zeniths/The Living Martyr, and we stand in awe of you/Word up, every action of yours, man, it’s laudable/Anyone who attacks the Islamic Revolution attacks us, they’re just too damn deplorable/And they’re horrible, but with you watching over us we know we can overcome every last scam and audible/Yemen and Iran, brothers in arms, with our weapons cocked at the devils/And if International Jewry’s puppets wanna stay locked in to meddle/We will fight ‘till the very end and never submit to anyone or anything, we are quite obstinate rebels/Here to remove Zion, blast it ‘till it’s rotten, rocked and disheveled/Dreaming of drinking tea with you outside Al-Aqsa, we’ll bring the pots and the kettles/So much pressure from the aggressors, but Palestine, you never abandon it/And you rip the “Holocaust” for the malevolent sham it is/You remind us don’t fall for the traps of the People Who Mislead/We’re aware because the Book has warned us of their tactics, their evil and misdeeds/You saw our maimed mothers, murdered daughters, slaughtered fathers and murked sons, they’re all horrendous crimes/But you ain’t hesitate, you were the first one to call it genocide/Sayyed al-Haqq, like Sayyed Abou Hadi and Sayyed Abdul Malik, we are forever at your summoning/And together, we’ll achieve complete liberation, display our wrath with humbleness/In the name of Hussein, (A.S.) that’s our covenant/In the name of Hussein, (A.S.) that’s our covenant/In the name of Hussein, (A.S.) that’s our covenant in blood/

REPEAT BRIDGE (4x)

All lyrics are the copyrighted intellectual property of Jonathan Azaziah a.k.a. Madd Cold.
Track Name: Zayd Lives
Zayd Lives

___—Madd Cold—___

If Zayd was alive and he is, in us, then he would chant, “God is The
Greatest!”/ALLAHU AKBAR because we tipped the scales to
prevail, regardless of Satan/We forever stand in defiance and
triumph yo, we don’t give a damn ‘bout the horrors we’re facing/Because we love martyrdom and entry to Jannah is all that the martyr’s awaiting/You cannot put us to sleep now, we’ve all been awakened/Zayd’s our health, we move with the shade of stealth as we neutralize the enemy, under the fog of the basins/If Zayd was alive and he is, in us, then he would chant, “Death to America!”/For its Empire of invasions and sanctions, aggressions, etcetera/And because it’s owned by Yahoud, the most decadent, pestilent, maleficent predators/

HOOK
Fight ‘till martyrdom was what Zayd did
Zayd Lives, Zayd Lives
Zayd is, you and me
Her and he, us and we
What we need to live just and free
is to be like Zayd, he never bent his knee
to any tyrant or hegemony
So we raise our fists in his memory, Zayd Lives

If Zayd was alive and he is, in us, then he would chant, “Death To Israel!”/and he would scream it loudly and proudly with every single breath he inhaled/For the babies the entity murdered and the women whose flesh it impaled/Too many lives it took, it’s a virus, look, it’s weak when you fight it indeed, its essence is frail/It has to die, and there isn’t an alternative/ This is Shi’a Islamic Liberation Theology, no right, no left, no liberal or conservative/These methodologies ain’t fresh, they’ve been stale/If Zayd was alive and he is, in us, then he would chant “Death to Saud!” for, all of its oppression over centuries and treating the Jews like a beneficent grail/But if they thought they would win then they’re in for a depressing big fail/

REPEAT HOOK

If Zayd was alive and he is, in us, then he would chant, “Curse be on the Jews!”/For more than four millennia of iniquitousness and their war on our religion from the beginning and this ain’t hyperbole, Judaism is toxic and certainly askew/Elevates a “chosen” over the “goyim” and this is just perfidy and cruel/We know these devils, they act assertively with doom/Liars to the core, tell you up is down, left is right, sky is green and burgundy is blue/Maimonides in his Epistle To Yemen said that there isn’t a bigger threat to his brethren than our Deen, hence all their murder sprees and coups/If Zayd was alive and he is, in us, then he would chant, “Victory to Islam! because no matter what these perverted thieves will do/ALLAH’s got our back for eternity it’s true/

REPEAT HOOK

All lyrics are the copyrighted intellectual property of Jonathan Azaziah a.k.a. Madd Cold.
Track Name: Promise To The Blind (Moustafa's Song) feat. Khanverse
Promise To The Blind (Moustafa’s Song)

___—Madd Cold—___

feat. Khanverse

HOOK (Madd Cold)
Long live the Blind of Al-Nour
Yemen’s heart and soul, they’re so pure
And though their vision is gone
Their defiance makes them so strong
Saudi filth dropped bombs on their homes
But their spirit of Resistance it cannot erode
For Mustafa and for his bird
We will burn Saud down to the ground with our words

FIRST VERSE (Madd Cold)

1:30 a.m., and your warplanes attacked the blind as they were slumbering/No way to describe it, you ghastly tyrants are repugnant/Not a sound from the Hadi regime that claims to represent us, in fact fam, they are dead-set against us, they are nasty liars who are buttering/up to Saud and we rush to refuse to be attached to Zion and its governance/What you want is Takfiri bacteria seeping into our areas so we bow in delirium but we are gonna scrap your Qaeda, smash your ISIS, and blast you viruses to nothingness/What kinda devils bomb the hurt who cannot even see it coming?/Our Resistance will avenge them, hit you with the Qaher-1 at the peak of Nahar dun and leave you bleeding, in steaming heaps of rubbish/Our brothers and sisters of Al-Nour Center for the Care and Rehabilitation of the Blind/May not have their vision, but they can quite clearly see you’re spillers, rapers and you’re slime/Senses heightened, they can feel everything you demons pillaged you’re the most evil killers, Satan is your shrine/Only word for you Saudi is Yahoudi but even after all your devastation and your crimes/Al-Nour still hit the streets to curse you, and their demonstrations were sublime/That’s called Sumoud and we wanna raise these beautiful people way up to Heaven’s station with this rhyme/So go ahead and shill for Yids and plunder our lands with drilling rigs then build there/Go ahead and kill our kids, we ain’t gon’ kneel to pigs, we’re chill here/Just look at Moustafa and his new dove, Yemen and Mouqawamah, it’s true love, and our will to live is still fierce/

REPEAT HOOK

SECOND VERSE (Khanverse)

Karma coming to murder you is imminent/The whole globe knows you persecute the innocent/Sickness unlimited, servitude to the serpent’s worst Yahoud, you’re killing little kids/These desperate inveterate devils in the Levant/have shredded flesh with chemical weapons in Yemen/Blood letting aggression in ecstasy/Bless the heavenly orphans of Al-Nour, they’ll never see again/So our promise to them is the destined end of Yemen’s enemy/Anointed sinners, your toil’s only oil you pillage/Spoils, to the winners/Think you’ll be the victors but your glimmer got dimmer‘Cause the soil simmers and boils at the killers of Nimr al-Nimr (RIP)/Saada is not falling/So heartless monsters are bombing on Doctors Without Borders/So haughty, you hate us/How do you drop bombs on us as we’re solemn in prayers?/Copying hobbies from demonic Ashkenazis, who bombed Gaza’s Al-Qassam mosque in Nuseirat/Though they may be visually impaired/They so spiritually invincible they don’t flinch when they glare/Inflict war on the poor feeling no regret/Surprised they ain’t catch you stealing organs yet/For all the sobbing I’m sorry/Martyrs with scars on their bodies and Moustafa Abed al-Bari/Tyrant Mansour Hadi’s treason was wrong/Liars fire on blind orphaned seeds in Sanaa/‘Israelis’ blazed the disabled in Jabaliya with bombs/So real Islamic leaders are armed with Peace from the regal Qur’an/Teach the seeds to squeeze on the evil disease, Azaziah and Khan/

REPEAT HOOK

THIRD VERSE (Madd Cold)
What did my bird ever do to you, is the precious question Moustafa asked/In spite of what you did to him, he didn’t break but the grotesque aggression you plotted has/With his blindness and all the orphan looked right into the camera, and he spoke just like a boss not a stammerer, and he said ALLAH (SWT) curse to death our wretch oppressors and shock them bad/In an infinite number of lifetimes, Al-Saud could never, would never have this courage/Moustafa Abed al-Bari, I’m sorry you went through what you went through, but Al-Mouhaymeen (SWT) has sent you to be this force that rises from a tragic, sad occurrence/And transforms into this ironically blinding light, that cuts the darkness down to the microscopic, wee size of mites and puts in its place a life that can sky like mad and flourish/Moustafa, you’re an angel, only the wings are missing/Hear our words little homie, Khan and Cold are with you so you’ll never be lonely and we will echo your name so Salman The Phoniest King will listen/And it’ll be the stinging image of your innocent face and your pigeon in his minuscule brain when his hellbound regime collapses/It is not a dream, we will yell now then see it happen/Moustafa you’ll be a symbol for Yemen in life like Sheikh Yassin (RIP) was for Palestine in his death/Moustafa, you’re a living, breathing battle-cry for the battered, blind and oppressed/Moustafa, you got the glow of a supernova that doesn’t blow up, it just blazes lavishly, you’re so dope, like a galaxy of gold smoke/ Your existence is the contradiction of their fat fallacy of no hope/And in your name Little Sun, Al-Saud is done, the reality is so close/

REPEAT HOOK

All lyrics are the copyrighted intellectual property of Jonathan Azaziah a.k.a. Madd Cold and Naveed Khan a.k.a. Khanverse.
Track Name: The Land Where Kings Kneel
The Land Where Kings Kneel

___—Madd Cold—___

Looks like you brought the Mauritanians and the Emirates brought in the Colombians too/ It would really be funny if it wasn’t the very pinnacle of ugly and true/You’re fronting like you’re gully but not even the illest skully and throwback could cover up how crummy and doomed/your plot is, go ‘head and talk, it’s not whiz, you copped mercs, printed up lots of hot merch, but you’re still dummies and tools/And your propaganda does not work, Al-Arabiya is more like Al-Ibriyyah, your coverage is repugnant like a toilet that’s filled up with the bloodiest stools/You serve at the pleasure of Washington, London and Paris, long-bought by the money of Jews/We know that you don’t advertise very much that you’re Shabbatai Zevi’s sons but your regional schemes, plus our studies have proved that sick, cruddy Saud/is 100% correctly synonymous with scummy Yahoud/

HOOK ADLIBS
No sir!
Stand up!
Yemen is, Yemen is The Land Where Kings Kneel
Yes sir!
Talk to ‘em!
Yemen is, Yemen is The Land Where Kings Kneel

Merciless murderers have been servicing the demon-worshiping, imperial Brits for more than two centuries/Occupying Najran, Jizan and Asir, which were plundered bare, yo, to our brothers there, we will go to our graves calling you Yemeni/because that’s what you’ve been for at least five millennia, they want us deep-fried and buried but, we resist ‘cause we ain’t down with their horrible devilry/They deny the existence of Saba and the fact we’re the makers of Kiswat al-Kaaba, what despicable garbage they are, we want ‘em slain and this is not a metaphorical remedy/Our hatred for them is transhistorical, with assuredness we say that they’re a most deplorable enemy/Slave-owners, head-choppers, bomb-droppers, stupid liars, crucifiers, Western-weapons-buyers, gas freaks, oil pigs, fat, weak, this is Saud/And they attack us ‘cause these blistering truths will crush their illegitimate rule/

REPEAT HOOK ADLIBS

Blast through your borders and the trumpets of the Angels blare/Liberation’s the goal, we want Al-Ulaysha, Al-Hayer and all the other dungeons and the stables cleared/We are aiming to cleanse and dissolve every trace of your stench ‘till it’s gone/From Makkah and Madinah down to every basement and bench in Riyadh/Our Mouqawamah’s invincible, we severed limits/Said we couldn’t beat Saud, but history will remember that Yemen did it/

REPEAT HOOK ADLIBS

All lyrics are the copyrighted intellectual property of Jonathan Azaziah a.k.a. Madd Cold.
Track Name: Globalized Yemen
Globalized Yemen

___—Madd Cold—___

527,000 kilometers of land right across from the Horn of Africa/We were born in war, our spirts were forged in onslaught and never once did we fall from a horrid massacre/We are the Japanese pilots who kept firing before they died being strafed by America/We are the defiant German survivors of Eisenhower’s death camps standing up in the face of a predator/Saudis say that they bombed our commanders, it’s slander, we do assure you, the pigs killed none/We’re simply too slick for them ‘cause we’re the Arab offspring of Kim Il-Sung/The Algerian revolutionaries are like our gramses and grampses/We are with Palestine ‘till the very end and there ain’t nothing that can damage or dampen our stances, we’re candid/This is the way we are whether we’re on the battlefield or dancing and camping/Any other talk is solely spin/Ansarullah can never die, so please don’t be grim/ Media is asking if we took down some Saudi battleships yo, you know we did/We only win ‘cause we’re the Zaydi sons of Ho Chi Minh/Maurice Bishops of Saada, the Lumumbas and Sankaras of the Yemeni highlands/Ayatollah Khomeini’s children, followed his path and now our legacy’s skying to longevity’s vibrance/

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Contact the sheikhs and notify reverends
You are now dealing with some bonafide legends
Backed by ALLAH and He mobilized Heaven
For Earth’s moustazafeen, we’ve Globalized Yemen

You know who it be when we’re running through your towns/Ansarullah, equivalent to thunder when it pounds/If you thought that you could put our gunners in the ground/You were wrong, we’re like phantoms and we’re coming for your crowns/And not to wear ‘em but to liquify the symbols/We epitomize the storm, a downpour of torrential rains, the sequel to PFLOAG’s Monsoon Revolt, but y’all, you pigs epitomize the drivel/You’re little guys with little minds, we here are energized and chiseled/It would be a drastic mistake to minimize our missiles/‘cause when they land, they won’t hypnotize but rip you/Reverse Orientalism, just consider it part of our methods and logic to civilize you sick Jews/On guard against your scheme to break us up like you did to the Yugoslavs/You wanna reconquer our homeland, so our kinsmen are brutalized/Take our history, culture and identity and place it in a trash bin after you had it blasted, blended and scrutinized/We know the way you treated Messiah 3isa (A.S.), you’re savages who actively acted against him, attacked him then condemned him to crucify/Willingly let you in? You must think we’re dim, this is suicide/You did 9/11, Sayyed Hussein al-Houthi told us, we know of the rabbi’s FTS on them planes, it was pinned to the fuselage/We’re like the Afghan heroes, who taught the NATO invaders a lesson/We’re like the Iraqi Mouqawamah in Fallujah and Basra who showed Empire Judaica it is fatal to make an aggression/And it is here that we dedicate a toast/to the brothers who we emulate the most/We love you so much we even venerate your ghosts/No matter how loud these pathetic haters boast/You’re too fortified, they don’t ever penetrate your posts/We fight like you, flex our might like you, and when martyrdom appears as a sun, we run right into the bright light like you ‘cause you refuse to surrender, skate or coast/Hizbullah, what you generate is hope/When we’re feeling like trees losing our leaves and seeds, you mend and take us to a better place of growth/We soar to new heights and leave any and every adversary devastated in an endless lake or moat/Ansarullah and Hizbullah are one, on Muhammad’s (S.A.W.W.) Revelation we will never break our oath/to defend the moustazafeen, dead the moustakbireen and then we can renovate and levitate our folk/We are like Chavez if he was Muslim, Evo if he was Yemeni, we are like Che with Qur’ans in our hands/ALLAH promised that His party and His partisans would triumph and no Zionist scum can demolish the plan/

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All lyrics are the copyrighted intellectual property of Jonathan Azaziah a.k.a. Madd Cold.
Track Name: Leave It All Behind
Leave It All Behind

___—Madd Cold—___

Shaku Maku my brothers, Jonathan Azaziah here/I’m reaching out because I know you had a dyer year/But at the same time, your emphatic triumph’s clear/I think about your situation and the anger blazes, and it shifts from this furious rage straight to raining rapidfire tears/Solidarity with truthful roots is what these savage liars fear/‘Cause they don’t mind if you talk about their crimes with moderate condemnation/But when it gets real, and that “Yemen’s cause is our cause” becomes part of the conversation/Then you can notice the criminal pricks are sniveling/And they attack with the volatile combination of cynicalness and ignorance/I loathe my residential status, with its Congress of prostitutes and the presidential maggot, this regime yo it’s despicable just to live in it/When I think about all the miserableness inflicted in Yemen, I wanna take my citizenship and finish it/ My heart is with y’all but my body is in the States/Every American whether they are aware of it or not, is a serf of the Zionist Lobby and its ingrates/If ALLAH (SWT) ain’t give me this gift of rhyme/Yo, I would simply just split my spine/Or I’d deliberately pick a nine/ And hit the nearest AIPAC outpost in the vicinity with some slime/Coffin over serfdom is the way that Hussein (A.S.) did it/The way that the Courageous One Zayd (A.S.) lived it/But there’s another way, I could hop right on a plane to Eritrea or Djibouti and then coolly grab the first boat to the port of Mukha/Join up and fight with y’all against the Saudi royals to secure your future/‘Cause even though I’m Brooklyn-raised and I’m Brooklyn-bred/I’m Iraqi-blooded, I know what these crooks have maimed and these crooks have bled/Yeah, they done cooked our pain and they shook our dead/Baghdad to Sanaa, just look at the destruction they wrought/Corruption they brought, and it would’ve been infinitely worse if it wasn’t for the brothers who fought/That’s why I feel a connection between our peoples/We both refuse to kneel to oppression so we are equals/Yemen to Iraq, one struggle, one love, our brotherhood is type magnanimous/And with noone standing up for y’all in the Western Hemisphere, they’re numb in their chests and legs from fear, who else but I will spit your righteous narrative/There ain’t nobody else, not even a light comparison/With this rhythmic multi-syllabic anti-Parasitic belligerence I give you your gallantness in poetry/And if I didn’t, I’d be literally spitting in the proverbial face of our Creator and the talent He bestowed on me/If I couldn’t, Jihad Of The Strong Arms would be the sole route I take/But since I can so raw, Jihad Of The Ill Quill is how I mow down the snakes/Lyrical Mouqawamah, I will let it rumble to the beat/‘till the plots of the enemy are bungled and deceased from the tunnels to the streets/With y’all ‘till my breath’s gone, I swear it on my uncle the Shahid/

HOOK
Everything in this life, all of it’s a breeze/If you don’t struggle for the cause of The Supreme (SWT)/If I couldn’t rhyme, I’d leave it all behind/To be right by your side, and fight on the front lines with you/If falling as a martyr’s in the cards/Then I would absorb it as an honor from ALLAH (SWT)/If it is my time, then I’m prepared to fly/
And leave it all behind, to die on the front lines with you/

Being a New Yorker from the ‘jects, I done seen the Jews’ work plan/Only here, it is not Takfiri terrorism but fitnah from liquor and pornographic pictures, Rossiyan-Yahoudi mafia will put that ‘ron all up in ya, and stay woke ‘cause if blue bacon flip ya, that’s a huge curse man/A snitch is akin to a python that slithers, Kaa rolls up, trips ya, you slipped up, prepare to get hit up and subsequently your body will be dumped in the river, yeah I done seen what they do first hand/It’s simple, their notions of chosenness are foul/They believe we’re subhuman but it is them whose soullessness is loud/And this ain’t about a dun or twenty-two of mine who were ruined, fine, that’s true and I’m sad about it but I’m talking generations that are stolen it’s profound/Crack addiction, packing prisons, gats we’re flipping, cats are pimping, they’re slapping sisters, everyone in one way or another is trapped and tricking, there’s rats pursuing cheese but we lack magicians, you see? Is that a tap or ticking? Morse code won’t save you from the bombs of this slum, it’s hopelessness abound/Arabs, Africans and Latinos, we’re the foundational blocks of civilization, we are peoples who are loaded with golden gifts and proud/And they hate us for it so they created a ride to take us on it, make us boorish until we are jaded, corroded, sick and downed/And this is what they’re attempting to do to y’all, only a million, billion, trillion fold/They’re praying to Satan that they can infuse their cultural contagions into your nation, once their Saudi-led silliness holds/But they don’t understand that you could be barefooted and hypothermic with hypodermic needles being pushed deep into your sternum as you walk on the chilliest road/And submission to their malignancy still wouldn’t be on the table/They could master wizardry and capture mystic seeds like Jack and his little beans then Stalk you with transdimensional energies but your Mouqawamah, is still gon’ make ‘em bleed with their fables/It’s ‘cause of that right there that my fucking heart breaks/I had to write this to pay homage and honor your sacrifices as you jab and fight this monster, from such a dark place/But as the instrumental rides and I crush the hard bass, I just feel that it really ain’t enough for y’all, wait/Let me put down the pen, ‘cause the rawest truth is/Even though I was born to do this/I wanna be in Saada, Sanaa or Ma3rib or Ta3iz more right by your side until this war’s conclusion/I would leave my mother and my brother behind/‘cause even though I would shudder and cry if something happened to them la sama7 ALLAH, they know I love them so very much and it’s my/decision, no my mission to tangle with the Dajjalic octopus, so it crumbles and dies/I’d say salaam to my homies and give them daps, hugs and goodbyes/But not my Queen, I know she’d leave with me on my arm, that’s an easy bet/Consider us the first husband-wife team to shoot down a Saudi-Amreeki jet/We feel, think, touch, smell, talk, see and breathe as Yemeni/As I do Iraqi and she does Lebanese/I feel as Zaynabi Kufan and her as Husseini Jnoubiyeh as we do Zaydi and Houthi, it’s a special love/We look at y’all, truly as our flesh and blood/But right before we decided to take the flight to soar into this new life afar/I heard a whisper like a lyrical elixir from Sayyed Hussein al-Houthi, who schooled me and told me we need your voice, it’s a lightning rod/Your poetic might is large, The Most Bright, ALLAH (SWT) blessed you with a verbal knife that’s sharp/Don’t you give it up, it wouldn’t just be quite bizarre, but viced and tarred/It is forbidden plus we wouldn’t forgive you ‘cause you were meant to slay mics with bars/I promise we’re good here, so go ahead and write your psalms/Spit your rhyme kid like we split the virus and rip this swine with the Zelzals and Striking Stars/

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All lyrics are the copyrighted intellectual property of Jonathan Azaziah a.k.a. Madd Cold.