+rep hates noggas

signed by ariki

Now this is a story all about how

These towers got burned right to the ground

And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there

I'll tell you how I became the prince of a smoking crater


In west Afghanistan born and raised

In poverty is how I spent most of my days

Building an infrastructure with Russian funds

While the tribal system started to fill up with modern guns


When a couple of Yanks who were up to no good

Trained and funded Mujahs in my neighborhood

The Soviets left and Bin Laden got mad

And said "you're moving to America to commit Jihad"


I got a plane ticket and when I got on

I revealed that in my shoe I was hiding a bomb

If anything I was mad 'cause I was served pork

But I thought, "Naw, forget it - yo Holmes, to New York!"


I flew up to the towers 'bout half past ten

And the onlooking media said "Oh no, not this again"