There's also a sample from a recording of an iman from Mecca.
Original Soul Rebel Music/ come now/
Truth is key to exit the doors of your prison/
Will you be free if you don�t question your religion? /
So look and see beyond the walls of the way you�re living/
That proves to be a revelation from the hidden/
Sharper than a carpenter�s knife/
As I write, I recite this precise first strike on blind sights/
Like the light at the end of the tunnel, you seek for a vision/
But with closed eyes, you only stumble on obstacles of rocks that came from pebbles/
So, rise above and you can reach another level/
Now, find yourself like your name was Malcolm Little/
Cus knowledge of self would break the chains that bind your mental/
Cus an empty can fill things you discard is useless/
Now these lies they want to carve in mosques and synagogues/
In churches and monologues of hypocrites with the cross/
And the ones who praise Allah for the blessing of the slaughter and the blood-shed/
Thou who love to kill in the name of something or someone/
Who would�ve known that your God is in the bullet of a gun/
But one holy day can wash your sins away/
Or just blame it on the devil for mistakes you�ve made/
Two wrongs don�t make a right nor would it bring back a life/
cus vengeance and wrath make the blood cold as ice/
An eye for an eye would make the world blind/
When the time is given yes you would be left behind in the valley of the shadow of death/
These arrows of breath decipher -ism, -schism like an underground press/
Through my words I express and keep my self in check/
I was the perfect clay for all of you to mold/
For you to control by fear I was in a threshold/
Was once a lost soul but now I behold the over standing & truth for the walk of the road to/
Mental emancipation of all the greatest of heights/
Cus the power of thought and meditations bring light/
Yo! Knowledge is power but beliefs bring death/
The death of your intellect/ the infinite concept/
So we step to this rhythm and rhyme/
This mission of mine to set a wild fire on an ignorant mind/
But should I seal my lips and put away these sentences/
Or, load up the clip and lick a shot on munafiks/
Broken and batteredd, stripped and torn/
Maybe not physically, I imply in heavy storms/
That cloud many men views to scorn/
But now who has the right to throw the first stone at the one who wants to choose a different path/
Truth is key to exit the doors of your prison/
Will you be free if you don�t question your religion? /
So look and see beyond the walls of the way you�re living/
That proves to be a revelation from the hidden/