Volume 1, Number 1                                                     August 7, 2005

Poems by "Doc"

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Somebody Call "911"

by Dr. Ridgely Abdul Muímin Muhammad

 

Somebody call 911, the white manís 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 devilís 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 wonít tell the truth about my brother man.

He didnít die for your sins, he died to save the Holy Land.

He didnít 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 thatís alright with me.

He showed me the man that I need to be.

When itís time to lay my life on the line,

Iím not go lay their crying, Iím go stand up like a lion,

Because weíre on a mission, the demolition.

Got to destroy this white manís superstitions.

Weíre on a mission, changing conditions,

Snatching the devil from his lofty position.

Somebody call 911, the devilís 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 devilís 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, youíre out of luck.

Itís time for you to drink from your own bitter cup,

Because weíre on a mission, the demolition.

Got to destroy this white manís superstitions.

Weíre on a mission, changing conditions,

Snatching the devil from his lofty position.

Somebody call 911, the devilís on the loose and he got a weapon.

Somebody better call 911, the devils think they ready for Armageddon.

You thought you had the Black man under seal,

But we can read the message on the back of your dollar bill.

The pyramid with the eye on top,

Ainít nothing but your one eyed t.v. Cyclop.

Spreading lies to close the peopleís eyes,

Got the whole world hypnotized.

Had the Black man beneath your pyramid,

But Elijah done come crack open the lid.

The Black stone that the builders rejected,

Become the head stone of the newly elected.

We ainít talking about no white president,

But the Son of Man and the Lamb that he sent.

Because weíre on a mission, the demolition.

Got to destroy this white manís superstitions.

Weíre on a mission, changing conditions,

Snatching the devil from his lofty position.

Somebody call 911, the devilís 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,

Thatís 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 in the name of Israel,

Where the white manís heaven is the Black manís hell.

Now, take a look at the map of DC,

Find the Pentagon and the row of embassies.

Now, take a glance at the eagleís hands,

Arrows in one, the other olive branch.

They talking peace while they making war.

The soldiers donít even know what they fighting for.

Theyíre out of season, they donít 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 the Black man, we bring it down here.

We donít 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 waterís getting higher.

Run to the South, you cannot get out.

Run to the North, you get turned all about.

I got to tell you, itís the end of the line.

Not the end of the world, but the end of your time.

Because weíre on a mission, the demolition.

Got to destroy this white manís superstitions.

Weíre on a mission, changing conditions,

Snatching the devil from his lofty position.

Somebody call 911, the devilís on the loose and he got a weapon.

Somebody better call 911, the devils think they ready for Armageddon.

Somebody call 911, the Black manís on the loose and he got a weapon.

Somebody better call 911, he donít have a gun but he got the Holy One.

Somebody better call 911, the Black manís on the loose and he got a weapon.

Somebody better call 911, he donít have a gun but he got the Holy One.

 

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