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This 23 year old man is reading his will
His name is Tariq Iqbal
He is a suicide bomber
He is determined to die
And chooses the next available target
His mission is secretly filmed
They fucking with O.P.P
That's Other People's Property
How they gonna promise me peace
When freedom a monopoly
They sell me my house to the highest bidder
Walls outside but there's spies within us
I can't cry, gotta hide these rivers
Show my wife there's a life within us
Cold inside, just like our winters
Cold inside, how we like our winners
Martyrs, widows, armies, militias
Friendly, malicious, blind by killing
You idolize sinners, I'll take a ride with them
To symbolize freedom, I'll dive into hell
With all the fire there, I'll find some light in it
Strap it to my chest like the dynamite in us
Boom, I'm taking my life away
They tryna take it anyway, right?
Shaitan gonna pay my family
More than my job will ever pay, right?
Martyr day, hero picture's up on martyr day
See myself on heaven's gate
Don't see a better way to die
Might as well be today, right?
Don't care about the who, what, where and why
Today's a good day to die
Ain't looking forward to nothing
But I ain't looking behind
So fuck the who, what, where and why
Today's a good day to die
'Cause when you 'bout to blow up
All you do is look to the sky
And say bismillah
Say my grace and pay respect
Martyrdom is at my door
Facing death I'll take a breath
Then say Allahu Akbar
No sin if it's them who want war
Martyrdom is at my door
La ilaha illa Allah
On the 30th of April 2000 and...
Tariq Iqbal took a jeep
Packed with 250 kg of explosives
We fucking with O.P.P