Open Mic: Calm before the Storm Ft Sammy

Dizzle:
Heart rate at sixty
Knees and feet hit the street, Allah please assist me
hands nd elbows twist nd creek towards the middle east
We exist like Cromwell in the city of Drogheda
chanting in Arabic about the alpha nd omega
Smiling nd a half way calmed with Vendetta
An umbrella of bliss, I'm here to rid this world of our enemies
This concert represents seeds of sin, it's their weaponry
These kids pledge allegiance to this western greed
Clemency of the weak isn't the remedy
These kids at eleven bleed nd secrete blasphemy
Capitalism has a grasp on Man City, that's the tragedy
Every man and sleaze grabbing cash with speed
I have these dreams, I'm rapidly becoming a savage with heat
As I'm mixing this potion i believe the potential is explosive
In a devoted hypnosis, my vest is interwoven with omens
As the van opens, my emotions are frozen with psychosis
Nobody notices
It's almost at the end of the show so I set the ball in motion
These kids don't know the supernova that I'm loaded with
I see two kids exposing legs at the entrance
Arianna Grande represents all of those in attendance
I smile, vengeance in my blood while i pose for repentance
Slowly pull the rope, "Allahu AKBAR"
My name is Salman Abedi, My ending is your death sentence
My expense of life will reach afar from Denmark tuh Texas



Sammy:
A songbird’s note, scribing of white picket fence
An explosion - rippling the surface of the grand River Thame
Sharing shrapnels. Metallic scripture, praise the God of contempt?
No logic. No consent. On behalf of Allah...or so they said…
You have to think, was there ever a moment of regret?
Examining monsters by way of man,
Do I see the flaw in this theory yet?
Deep down there has to be a part of them that reflects
the altruistic dimension that all of us posses
I’m not a religious scholar, nor do i condemn
One’s inner belief, but the dawn has yet to set
Midnight blanketing the land of the Father they covet
Its hard to shine light, when night has its claw around your neck
Pressure inching. Quickly stripped of empathy
Cloth of the man, disrobed revealing a sicker sense of freedom
Next Generation seeking relief, discarding truths or lies
But The black songbird still sings...Connoting unruly ties.