Mecca Da Lyrical Berretta

Ok, so here's a lil something I've wrote. I do write about Islam but nothing is off-limits to me, I believe at least feeling I can talk about anything and everything with a certain amount of respect e.g. religion, allows me tthe proper freedom of an artist. WOuldn;t say this is my worst or best work, not sure where it fits in at all to be honest. I did write this a bit ago, will put some newer work up here when I can. Let me know what you guys think, safe

P.S. I've copyrighted this, as with all my works, as I am trying to work on a lil something, so don't think about it, or I will get the Muslim version of Johnny Cockrin on you! Salaams

STOP!
Written by Mecca Da Lyrical Berretta

Stop, time to take a few breaths/
With each one we take we get closer to death/
If I wanna happy sequel I better get it right this time round/
Don't believe in Hades but I wouldn't be surprised if I get bitten by that cerberus hound/
3 heads for each 1000th sin I have on my head/
After God it's myself I most dread/
Because I am my own worst enemy/
He breathed my soul into me so I should be perfect but somewhere along the line it got mixed up with coke, draw, ecstacy, rum and henny/
Saying you don't but really living for this life's pleasure makes you a dummy/
I'm not sure for which side I ride/
I just hope on that day in his shadow I can hide.
Hah.....yeah right/
If you ask me I'd say til the end I ride/
Having a partner in crime would be a liability so that's why there's no Bonnie, just this Clyde/
And just like them I wouldn't be surprised if one day I get shot down/
I'm hip hop's saviour and the Islamic nightmare rolled into one, they don't want someone like me around/
A problem child, it seems as if trouble follows me from town to town/
I've seen a side of me that I thought didn't exist/
A Dr. Jekyll in real life but a Hyde on the mic, but still it's hard to resist/
To keep the beast within me/
Get on my wrong side and I can switch quicker then Will Smith, that's just me/
But I don't like being like that, so I act more calm and patient ya see/
Only my closest boy can tell you bout me/
Cos it's a side of me I show hardly/
May God forgive me/
And protect whose ever round me/
When I just stop caring and get angry/

Stop, wasn't I good to you?/
Did I not not show nothing but love and respect to you/
But now you two-timing like a Playa/
Which means you only got yourself to blame playa/
When I become Mecca the hate slayer/
And do something to you which'll leave your mama saying a prayer/
Everyday in the church, synagogue, gudwara, temple or mosque/
Ain't it funny how I annihilate but at the same time my people are dying everyday, call me the walking Holocaust/
And don't take that to mean I'm anti-semetic/
I'm anti anyone one whose anti me, get in my way and in my path of destruction, you'll get caught up in it/
I ain't ever sold drugs but still I consider myself a hustler/
Cos living in a screwed up world like this and still managing to survive is a hustle of its own/
Just like how a gay men's health club is a no-fly zone for birds/
No way should you talk about me negativley with your words/
Unless you want me to do you over like the world has done to the kurds/
Ya see, through my rhymes I try to educate/
You talk about the same ol things all the time cos all you care about is keeping that money coming, I'm trying to lyrical masturbate/
Your like a prostitute, do anything for a couple quid/
Ain't nothing wrong with dipping your hand in so many things that ppl start calling you a business squid/
But not when that means you sell your soul to the man/
Of course I want that money, but my faith's taught me that by making God happy, being humble and being there for your family and friends is what really makes you a rich man/
So lets just see where this rap game will take me with this pen in my hand/
Inshallah I've been granted success with the pen in His hand/

Stop, I got no tatooes but still I got tears on my face, I've been crying/
Cos this world is dying/
No I ain't no hippie but we're vice-grants of this earth/
So from pollution levels to green jungles becoming concrete jungles, you can see we're cusing it hurt
But saving the plant isn't my top priority, I'm more interested in saving me/
Might've finished myself long ago if it wasn't for my beliefs and music, both are like therapy/
Which is why when I pray I write I gotta let it all outta me/
If you ask me I am rap's future/
And it's future is now/
Ain't no way your gonna hold me down, like Lethal I'll go POW/
I may have a long way to go to challenging Jigga, Nas, 50, Em, and Wayne for the crown/
It ain't a matter of if, it's matter of when I'll be the king of every city and town/
Like Jigga I need to get that dirt of my shoulder/
You manz got nothing better to do then make me look like a chump while debating whether or not I'm sober/
Is your life really that boring that you focus on dragging others down to your level?
Living to see the destruction of others is what I call game over/
The rap industry is going down/
I even read somewhere that Q-Tip said it might go out like disco/
But I don't think so/
Tell Nas I said I got love for him but hip hop was never dead/
It's just waiting for me to touch down/
And when I do everyone is gonna fear my sound/
Cos it'll be me and not them making the dollars, the pounds/
The way I and write and spit, you can't tell me my mouth isn't like a iron/
The way my dad raised me, you can't tell me he didn't give me the heart of a lion/
It might have taken me a while but now I've found it/
So if you really want it then you know you can just bring it/
So please come one come all, if it's your wish to get gunned down by that lyrical berretta/
Hip Hop's saviour, The Islamic Nightmare, the MK Hurricane aka Mecca/