Huzoor Aisa Koi Intezam Ho Jaye - Qari Waheed Zafar Qasmi

 Ameen.

Waiting For When

By Ruhudeen Ali
April 9th, 2010

I am wondering when

I can search the world

and nearly drown to find a pearl.

When I can scale a mountain of effort

to escape from this lonely desert.

When I can swim in a sea of feelings

no longer staring up alone at this ceiling.

I am waiting for when

I can have more reason to care for this shell

to affirm the existence of heaven, after hell.

When in vain I will attempt to measure

the richness contained within the hidden treasure.

 When I can be a detective in your search

madly turning over each rock on this Earth.

I'm wondering when

I can forsake these lonely nights' twilight

to have someone else be my guiding light.

When I will thirst without the heat of the sun

that we may drink from the same cup as one.

When in hunger I will starve

for that celebrated cake, that together we will carve.

Waiting for when

I can share my everything

with the one who needs my nothing.

When I will fight 'til my last ounce of strength

for the name of the one who'll remain on my breath.

When I will shed tears and cry

with the one who is, for me, willing to sacrifice and die.

Waiting for when 
I will protect the honor

of the one who will defend mine when I'm a goner.

 When I can have peace of mind

knowing there is someone who is happy to be mine.

When I will walk with a sense of pride

that someone great wishes to be my bride.

Said I'm wondering when

I will have someone with whom I can confide

feeling mutually complete inside.

 When I can pop the question

after all these fruitless sessions.

When I will seek the answer

to find my life's enhancer.

So I await
When I can leave this desolation. 

When I can experience worldly perfection.

When I can stop begging the question

Will I ever

...find true love?

Ran'dem Rhymes vol.#13 - Ain't What it Used to Be

By Ruhudeen Ali
March 9th, 2010

*With a special dedication to the late, great MC Guru of Gangstarr. He was among the pioneers of hiphop and helped lay its foundation on the Eastcoast and worldwide. His death is a huge loss to the hiphop community. RIP 'King of Monotone,' you will be missed. (July 17th 1966 - April 19th 2010)

Now let this be your rap manual n' syllabus

I'm teachin fake emcees its my impetus

why? cuz I'm thoroughbred to be intelligent

and you know I get that thorough bread ladies n' gentlemen

my rhymes be on another level some whole different s***

spoken on the speakers of the world man sorta ubiquitous

matter of fact I'm sick with it

now to show you a bit of this on how I flip a script

"I can't write a phat line to demonstrate"

- now hold up, wait for it

cuz what I just did made me a hypocrite

you see the content is lyrical, delivery is critical

it can make your skills imminent

if its done wrong it can make a rhyme impotent

like turning an Eminem into a simpleton

follow these rules you'll serve madd crews like in Wimbledon

if not, then you'll end up permanently feminine

or tied up whimperin' in some disheveled tenement

whatever the case may be I just poured you some gravy

showin yall how to achieve in great degrees

hiphop was my main squeeze

til she started hangin out with lame emcees

cuz the game just aint what it used to be, now its lame

they opened up the lane to the ignorant n profane

you see hip hop used to be a treasure

worth more than diamonds n' pearls

the sky was the limit, the world was yours

then it sold out to commercial rap

had a gold mine but gave over half,

conscientious MCs no longer rhymin for free

sold out to big labels for stacks of G's

claiming to be real G's spending lavishly

but instead of being real

they pushed an image that was primitive n' savagely

rap then sold out to parties & clubs

became all about hoes, bacardi's & dubs

no longer about the struggle,

what happened to the love?

its value further diminished

prompting us to say "what the fffu-

forget about it when you're upset about it

there's still some talent in these streets man

no doubt about it

bring it back to good lyrics & slammin beats

bring a smile to the hood cynics &  jammin geeks

rockin dreads, hop in jeeps bumpin beats

bobbin heads n' stompin feet

but reminiscing about the golden era wont bring it back

we're not even close to a silver era, its beyond whack

let's find n' sign those with craft

those with talent who rhyme with a knack

to put a phat track on wax instead of supporting crap

cuz back in the day whole armies defended hiphop

had its gems locked up in treasuries

not on cheap displays in shops

but nowadays if rap was a currency

its only got a dollar left expecting more theft

now its got no army left

aint no time to toy around let's repent

cuz all we got now is just a Soulja Boy and 50 cent