Lyrics
[Intro]
(Yeah)
Old head sermons
Young bloods swervin
Look
[Verse 1]
You kids chase clicks
I chased convictions
You stream addictions
I dodged evictions
You post fake pain
For a blue-heart mention
I stitched real flesh
In a backroom kitchen
You flex new tats
Over old man scars
I bled in alleys
You pose in cars
You talk on grids
I walked through wars
You trade whole souls
For explore page stars
You crown yourselves
Off a trending sound
I buried friends
In unmarked ground
You mimic monsters
On your little screens
I seen that hunger
Rip apart whole scenes
[Chorus]
“Allah Akbar”
Ain’t your meme to twist
Ain’t your caption hit
Ain’t your edgy skit
You play with flames
Like they fireworks lit
You gon’ learn quick
What you really risk
(yeah)
“Allah Akbar”
Not your punchline bit
Not your throwaway quip
For a thirty-sec clip
You tug on thunder
Like a toy on a string
Keep joking ‘bout kings
You’ll remember this ring
[Verse 2]
You think you genius
Droppin cheap one-liners
Laugh at graves
From your neon diners
Mock whole faiths
For some viral timers
Then cry “too far”
When they call you minors
You want that heat?
You ain’t built for fever
You sip iced tea
While we swallowed ether
You stage your rage
For the Oculus crowd
I watched real rage
Tear whole blocks loud
I see your mouth
Run laps on the net
Type tough, live soft
Like a house cat pet
You treat old wounds
Like a prop or a set
Then hide your hands
When the blood gets wet
[Chorus]
“Allah Akbar”
Ain’t your meme to twist
Ain’t your caption hit
Ain’t your edgy skit
You play with flames
Like they fireworks lit
You gon’ learn quick
What you really risk
(uh)
“Allah Akbar”
Not your punchline bit
Not your throwaway quip
For a thirty-sec clip
You tug on thunder
Like a toy on a string
Keep joking ‘bout kings
You’ll remember this ring
[Bridge]
You ever stare
At a mother’s shoes
Charred and curled
By the daily news?
Still think
It’s a clever use
For your little views
Your amused abuse?
[Outro]
Old gen talkin
You don’t gotta like it
But these names
Ain’t props for your content cycle
You want war stories?
You won’t survive the preface
Respect that weight
Or get crushed by the message
Style
rapdarkcinematic drill-rap beat with male vocals; ominous choir stabs and eerie bell melodies over sliding sub-bass and sharpskittering hats. verses delivered in an aggressivealmost sermon-like cadencedouble-tracked on key punchlines; hook explodes with chanted gang vocals and distorted ad-libs. sparseechoing drops before heavy lines for maximum impactleaving space for denseconfrontational lyricism.male vocalssoul
Prompt
Song name “Allah Akbar” ,English male vocals, fuck a 6-7 bitch you’ll get 9-11’d, send ya soul to heaven, someone call a reverend, offensive metaphors, old gen talking to new gen, dis track, rap
Credits
Prompt by
LonerStoner
LonerStonerGeneratedApr 14, 2026
ModelAria v5.5
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