Somebody Call “911”
by Dr. Ridgely Abdul Mu’min Muhammad
Somebody call 911, the white man’s out the caves and he got a weapon.
Somebody better call 911, the devils think they ready for Armageddon.
I saw to them towers fall like two flowers,
In the middle of the street like a bunch of white powder.
I saw the pictures and they gave me a premonition.
That looked like internal demolition.
Somebody packed in some ammunition,
Then blew it all up, like they was on a mission.
Working for the new world order,
Making up a new Pearl Harbor.
They got the Muslims and the Christian brothers
To Pick up their guns to kill one another.
Look like the Elders of Zion
Got their mossad a stealing and a lying.
They got the whole world shooting and a killing,
While they making money stealing and a dealing.
Somebody call 911, the devil’s on the loose and he got a weapon.
Somebody better call 911, the devils think they ready for Armageddon.
They flew them planes into the World Trade Center.
Blew them buildings up like two pieces of splinter,
Just for the excuse to enter
The Holy Land again so they can be the winner.
They trying to start a new Crusade,
Control the Holy Land where my Jesus was laid.
We took Jerusalem from the devil a long time ago,
Because our righteous brother Jesus was buried there below.
They won’t tell the truth about my brother man.
He didn’t die for your sins, he died to save the Holy Land.
He didn’t come for no Gentile salvation.
He came looking for the Lost Found Nation.
But Paul, he tricked us all.
He took away our Jesus, then he gave us the Pope of Rome.
Jesus was ahead of time, but that’s alright with me.
He showed me the man that I need to be.
When it’s time to lay my life on the line,
I’m not go lay their crying, I’m go stand up like a lion,
Because we’re on a mission, the demolition.
Got to destroy this white man’s superstitions.
We’re on a mission, changing conditions,
Snatching the devil from his lofty position.
Somebody call 911, the devil’s on the loose and he got a weapon.
Somebody better call 911, the devils think they ready for Armageddon.
They got their meeting in their secret halls,
Trying to understand the meaning in their crystal balls.
They can not read the writing on the wall,
Two million men deep on the DC Mall.
In the Belly of the Beast,
We were walking in your streets.
Had the devil’s image beneath our feet,
As we walked up to Capitol Hill,
Where the devils tell their lies, then they call them bills.
They used to shoot my brothers down in the streets,
But they poison us now in the foods that we eat.
They killed my brothers, then lied to their mothers.
They thought they got away because they did it under cover.
But the gig is up, you’re out of luck.
It’s time for you to drink from your own bitter cup,
Because we’re on a mission, the demolition.
Got to destroy this white man’s superstitions.
We’re on a mission, changing conditions,
Snatching the devil from his lofty position.
Somebody call 911, the devil’s on the loose and he got a weapon.
Somebody better call 911, the devils think they ready for Armageddon.
Check out the eagle on the back of your dollar bill,
That’s the same eagle flying up on Capitol Hill.
Above his head is a six pointed star.
We know who the devil is, we know who you are.
Jacob is the real name of this Israel,
Where the white man’s heaven is the Black man’s hell.
Now, take a look at the map of DC,
Find the Pentagon and the row of embassies.
Now, take a glance at the eagle’s hands,
Arrows in one, the other olive branch.
They talking peace while they making war.
The soldiers don’t even know what they fighting for.
They’re out of season, they don’t know the reason,
They tell the truth, they get strung up for treason.
Run around the world picking fights.
Keep picking it wrong, you gonna pick it right.
You gonna pick up upon the Son of Man,
Who made the Mother Plane on the Island of Japan.
Ezekiel saw the wheel up in the air.
Keep messing with the Black man, we bring it down here.
We don’t need no carnal weapons.
We got a God who got the earth and the heavens.
You cannot run, you cannot hide.
Too late for you to get to the other side.
Run to the West, a pillar of fire.
Run to the East, and the water’s getting higher.
Run to the South, you cannot get out.
Run to the North, you get turned all about.
I got to tell you, it’s the end of the line.
Not the end of the world, but the end of your time.
Because we’re on a mission, the demolition.
Got to destroy this white man’s superstitions.
We’re on a mission, changing conditions,
Snatching the devil from his lofty position.
Somebody call 911, the devil’s on the loose and he got a weapon.
Somebody better call 911, the devils think they ready for Armageddon.
Somebody call 911, the Black man’s on the loose and he got a weapon.
Somebody better call 911, he don’t have a gun but he got the Holy One.
Somebody better call 911, the Black man’s on the loose and he got a weapon.
Somebody better call 911, he don’t have a gun but he got the Holy One.