Can't Uproot Us

from by Madd Cold



Speaking of maniacal flows, here's one of Cold's craziest as he unleashes a tsunami of illness in an ode to Yemen's ancient, religious and political history. Al-Saud will never uproot Ansarullah! Ever! Blessings to my dun Shan51.


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/

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/


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/


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


from Felicity Of The Oppressed, released March 25, 2016
produced by Dark Night



all rights reserved


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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