For The Sayyeds

from by Madd Cold



A damn epic tribute to our guides, the apples of our eyes, our lights, our Sayyeds: Al-Houthi, Nasrallah and Khamenei. May ALLAH (SWT) protect them and brighten their faces always.


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/

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/


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/


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 8 Bars



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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