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You down with O.P.P. Yeah, you know me
You down with O.P.P. Yeah, you know me
You down with O.P.P. Yeah, you know me

Intro 2
This 23-year old man is reading his will
His name is Tariq
He's a suicide bomber
He's determined to die and chooses the next available target
His mission is secretly filmed

Verse 1
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 the spies within us
I can't cry gotta hide these rivers
Show my wife there's still 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 'em
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, light the dynamite in us
BOOM, I'm taking my life away
They tryna take it anyway, right
Sheikh gonna pay my family
More than my job'll ever pay, right
Modern day hero, pictures up on
Martyr day, see my self on heaven's gate
Don't see a better way to die
Might as well be today, right

Don't care bout 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
Cuz 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
...so La Illaha illa Llah

Verse 2
Now we fucking with O.P.P
We Over Playing Politics
How you gonna promise me peace
You can't, so I'm a take control of this
Wrap that kufiyyeh round my neck
Then strap that bomb on my chest
Make sure the trigger hand is the left, don't want
The hand I live with be the same for death
Uh...am I making sense
Uh...do the little things matter
Uh...will it make me cleansed
Or is this baptism with fire
Shrapnel flying, that are
Made from recycled iron, wired
With home-made explosives, but I make the choices
So my weapons are either faith or logic

BOOM, they taking my life away
Like I wanna take it anyway, right
Sheikh can pay my family
But can't save them from agony, right
Father's Day Zero, picture will all
Fade away, might as well be a memory
Sure there's a better way to die
But might as well be today, right

Don't care bout 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
Cuz when you bout to blow up, all you do is look to the sky
So fuck 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
The trigger on my left hand, and the Quran to my right

Outro: Bob Dylan
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind