Allah U Akbar fue una rola popular en su tiempo. Fue y ha sido interpretada por Brand Nubian. Es, asimismo, una creacion de Brand Nubian.
In God We Trust, CD donde vino la cancion, recibio millones de ventas. No sabemos ni que decir del video musical. En cuando al corto musical, no estamos seguros de que sea el correcto.
Verse One: Sadat X
Thi s i s the stick up boom music fo r styles t o flow free
But y'all know it's me o r could you tell by the spree
The deuce crew of the new, yeah makes the whole shit clear yeah
Give the question, I am tired of brothers guessi n
The Nubian brought the X a lot of fame
But wouldn't it be a shame i f it all up a nd ended
That ai n't the plan I had a nd shit l ike that ai n't i ntended
Fo r the slick headed wonder, wearer of saggy pants
Old school kicker, reviver of the circumstance
Got a backpack with a fat stack of fac
I got a three-oh, so P.O. step back
I am with the upt own baldies, kids that were Lo rds
Kick fo r kids that's paid, I kick fo r kids with no funds
Whole blocks come fo r classes kids with contacts kids with glasses
Hardrock punks crack heads a nd even trunks
Wanna know the truth, so they flock t o my roof
New Yo rk I got the grip, I t old ya I t old ya
Thi s means war, as i f by Si ster Souljah
To thi nk that the X would ever take a fall
After getti n all of thi s, man you're crazy
The only way I'd fall i s i f I got fat a nd lazy
A nd I won't cause I wo rk real hard
Wake up i n the mo rni ng at the hour of God a nd make beats
Later hit the streets fo r some fo rty-fi fth sweets
So all y'all been t old, black youth essential
From the hard urban blocks of Now Rule residential
That the God, rocks real hardVerse Two: Lo rd Jamar
God damn right, the L-O-R-D, J-A-M-A-R
Says peace a nd Allah U Akbar
Back l ike a motherfucki n head t o crack
Bra nd Nubian tracks are filled with black facts
Now I ai n't Humpty Dumpty chump, see
I ai n't falli n, you can go call i n
All the ki ng's ho rses a nd all the ki ng's men
Try t o knock me off you never see an other day agai n
My seven-twenty-one-fourteen's ready
A nd my scope with the laser beam steady
So i f you're feeli ng lucky, then come a nd catch a buck
How could I kill a man, well I just don't give a fuck, so
Check out the dreadlock, make the dead rock
With my baldhead, aiyyo l ike the t op ten
We're bound t o wi n, cause God don't l ike ugly
You get slugged rushed raped robbed a nd mugged G
I don't wanna be the man, I just wanna make jams
Cutti n sharp l ike Edward Sci sso rha nds
It's ni nety-two a nd of course we grew seeds
they're planted l ike a farmer, so let's reap what we sew
A nd i f you're thi nki ng that we're a hoe i n the game
We getti n wreck t o your brai n