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The Promise

Hamzah Hamid

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Hamzahs promise to the world that he will do all he can to make the world a better place.
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Tyrone Bundy AKA Hamzah Hamid, a devote Muslim brings spirituality to any track he blesses. Hamzah is a star waiting to shine. A practicing Muslim who's lyric
Tyrone Bundy AKA Hamzah Hamid, a devote Muslim brings spirituality to any track he blesses. Hamzah is a star waiting to shine. A practicing Muslim who's lyrics reflect his strong belief in God, he has no fear of attacking the issues of today’s society. He possesses the ability to overpower the track with his mental and physical attributes. With songs like "The Streets", "Senseless Bloodshed", and "America", he holds the "powers that be" accountable for the "madness and sin" that has become the norm to the inner-city "prisoners".
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#125,476 today Peak #224
#4,463 in subgenre Peak #12
Author
Hamzah Hamid
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Yes
Uploaded
February 14, 2006
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MP3 1.4 MB 128 kbps 1:31
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The Promise Just as iron sharpens iron, so does one man sharpen another. ( So lets get together and sharpen our skills) Movin’ and pacin’, losen my place in, I’m movin’ adjacent as I look for these jokers I’m facin’ it’s in their face, a smile with a smirk and how they would love to give this body that I’m built with some hurt. I used to think I needed people for protection, get me a weapon. Now I know Allah for protection, travel through sections, shootin’ me rocks up and down glance when I come through, Now they all watch. hot spot, hot rock, tongue spit like glock, eyes watch like binoculars or telescopes so tell the folks I know the ropes like cellophane, study hard like Mellon brain, never know from which the jewels will come from. Dumb-dumb knuckle-head, end up either jail or dead. Now I got a letterhead, Poor boy Entertainment got no time for no arraignments. So I try ta keep my sane, when I’m dealin’ with these people. Got a movie be no sequel. We all men and we equal. I swear I saw a n eagle soarin’ I promise I will grip the team, travel down the Mustakim. No matter how them diamonds gleam.....No matter how them women cling.......No matter how the engine sing.......To the death of me.......or the rest of me......I’ll put it on the death of me. I promise I will grip the team, travel down the Mustakim. No matter how them diamonds gleam.....No matter how them women cling.......No matter how the engine sing.......To the death of me.......or the rest of me......I’ll put it on the death of me. Soarin’ golden eagle snorin’ in a dream. It’s hard to make a difference in my life in a dream , if ya know what I mean, then you know what I mean. Yo, We might be flip, but we all on one team. And I promise I will grip the team, travel down the Mustakim. No matter how them diamonds gleam.....No matter how them women cling.......No matter how the engine sing.......To the death of me........I wonder where they send the rest of me. Hopefully, where them angels be, not the ones guardin’ the fire, tryin’ to channel my desire, aimin’ for the things that’s higher, evil gin and satan liar, I put it on myself man, no need for no one else man, burden be my own man, hard to be my own man, gentle tactics learn man, burn man, stomp man, stab man, kill man, damn man, learn to be a better man, before your seed grow up to be a killer man, aint talkin’ bout no football...hut, hut, hut I promise I will grip the team, travel down the Mustakim. No matter how them diamonds gleam.....No matter how them women cling.......No matter how the engine sing.......To the death of me.......or the rest of me......I’ll put it on the death of me. I promise I will grip the team, travel down the Mustakim. No matter how them diamonds gleam.....No matter how them women cling.......No matter how the engine sing.......To the death of me.......or the rest of me......I’ll put it on the death of me. I promise I will grip the team, travel down the Mustakim. No matter how them diamonds gleam.....No matter how them women cling.......No matter how the engine sing.......To the death of me.......or the rest of me......I’ll put it on the death of me. I promise I will grip the team, travel down the Mustakim. No matter how them diamonds gleam.....No matter how them women cling.......No matter how the engine sing.......To the death of me.......or the rest of me......I’ll put it on the death of me. Hamzah Hamid
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