On de Hood

The new drill school of London. Rap, black streets. O'block style . Aggressive reading, fast flow transitions, singing. British English, male vocals, male voices [STYLE: London drill, UK grime, aggressive British accent, melodic chorus, heavy 808 bass, dark atmosphere, French verse with Parisian accent, fast flow switches] [VOCAL: Male, British accent, aggressive, street slang. French verse — male, Parisian accent. Chorus — melodic, sung with grit]

[Intro] Bismillah… Concrete jungle… Where the streets don't sleep… From East London to the Paris streets… We rise… [VERSE 1 — UK, fast flow, aggressive] Another day on the block, another test of faith, Where the devil sells dreams and the young ones take the bait, I was knee-deep in the madness, head fucked, heart cold, Till I heard the adhan callin', and it saved my soul. Now I'm standin' on the corner, but I ain't sellin' death, I'm tellin' youngers "put the poison down, take a breath," They look at me like I'm crazy, say "bro, you lost your mind," I say "nah, I found my purpose, left the madness behind." Allahu Akbar, every time I hit the sajdah, Feel the weight lift off my chest, no more drama, Used to chase the paper, chase the hype, chase the fame, Now I chase the pleasure of Allah, and I ain't playin' no game. [CHORUS — melodic, anthemic] We was lost in the darkness, now we walkin' in light, Traded chains for the deen, traded wrongs for the right, On these cold London streets, where the struggle is real, We're the Muslim sons, and we ain't gonna kneel. Bismillah, we rise, Alhamdulillah, we stand, Allahu Akbar, we protect our land, From the block to the cité, from the east to the west, Islam in our hearts, and we ain't gonna rest. [VERSE 2 — UK, storytelling, aggressive, war on the block] We seen the trap houses open, seen the youngers fallin' deep, Seen the mums on the pavement, cryin' while they sleep, So we linked up with the brothers, made a plan, made a move, Told the dealers "pack your shit, this block ain't for you." They laughed, thought we was jokes, thought we'd fade away, But we came back with the strength of the ummah every day, No guns, no knives, just unity and faith, We shut down every corner, every trap, every place. The yutes started listenin', started askin' 'bout the deen, Started comin' to the masjid, started livin' clean, We ain't saviours, we ain't saints, we just men who repented, But we stand for the kids whose lives got prevented. [CHORUS — melodic, anthemic] We was lost in the darkness, now we walkin' in light, Traded chains for the deen, traded wrongs for the right, On these cold London streets, where the struggle is real, We're the Muslim sons, and we ain't gonna kneel. Bismillah, we rise, Alhamdulillah, we stand, Allahu Akbar, we protect our land, From the block to the cité, from the east to the west, Islam in our hearts, and we ain't gonna rest. [VERSE 3 — FRENCH, Parisian accent, aggressive, fast, street slang] Dans les rues de Paname, la nuit elle fait pas d'cadeaux, On a grandi dans l'béton, sans repères, sans mots, Les frères tombaient pour la beuh, tombaient pour le biz, Mais on a trouvé la vérité dans la mosquée, inch'Allah. On traîne plus dans les halls, on traîne plus dans l'trap, On a mis l'coran dans nos cœurs, et ça change tout, mon gars, Les petits veulent des billets, veulent briller comme des rois, Mais la rue te laisse vide, elle te baise à chaque fois. On fait la da'wa dans les cités, de porte en porte, On parle aux frères perdus, ceux qui cherchent la sortie, La drogue c'est haram, la violence c'est haram, Le seul vrai chemin, c'est Allah, et on avance, mon frère. On est les muzz du bled, on n'a pas peur des regards, Chaque frère dans la mosquée est un frère dans l'cœur, De Paris à Londres, de Marseille au 93, L'islam nous a sauvés quand on était à terre. [BRIDGE — slow, heavy, sung with pain] And when the night gets cold, and the block feels dead, I make wudu and pray for the brothers the streets left for dead, So I bow, and I move, and I try to do right, 'Cause the darkness don't win if we carry the light… La lumière d'Allah ne s'éteint jamais, mon frère… La ilaha illallah, Muhammadur rasulullah… [VERSE 4 — UK, double-time, aggressive, outro verse] We ain't perfect, mate, we got scars, we got past, But we're done with the cycle, we ain't built to last, If you're sellin' that poison, you're killin' your own, So we shut down the line, take it back to the bone. No more dealers on the corner, no more kids in the box, No more mums cryin' out, no more locks on the locks, Muslims in the struggle, and we fightin' with the pen, Islam in our hearts, and we ain't goin' back again. Astaghfirullah, we repent for the wrongs, But we stand for the right, and we sing this song, Insha'Allah, we'll see a better day, Where the kids can play, and the streets ok. [OUTRO — spoken, cold, heavy] Takin' back the ends… From London to Paris… One salah at a time… Musulmans dans les quartiers… Et on n'recule plus. Bismillah… Alhamdulillah… Allahu Akbar… And we ain't goin' back.