Mona Haydar – Dog (feat. Jackie Cruz) Video & Lyrics

 

If you think this song is about
I don’t what to tell you

Sheikhs on the DL
sheikhs in my DM
begging me to shake it
on my cam in the PM
Sheikhs on the DL
sheikhs in my DM
Ridin in that audi
Like a saudi arabian

A teacher? A guru?
Mm, you just some doo-doo
Said I own the whole souk
But you just sell produce
Boy you ain’t got no juice
Boy you drive an old coup
Too little for your ego n i cannot give you no boose

Say my voice is haram
Cuz you getting turned on
Boy you might need Qur’an
Boy you need to turn down
Got my full hood on
Got my full hood on
Sawtil mar’a thawra
Got my full hood on

See them thirsty
Seedy sidis
in their sidi suits
Kufis, turbans
And the prayer beads they rockin too
Twitter insta we can hear those howls
— when sun sets tryna hunt me down

Say you can save my spirit
But you’re a dog at night
We can see right through him
he’s a dog

If I’m all you need
Tell me how come
You gotta wife
Smell that reefer in his kufi
He’s a dog

Not a yummy cookie
No looky looky looky
I am not a rookie
Better watch out for 3aduki
Min fadlak Ghudd basarak
Min fadlak Ikhsha rabbak

Spiritually violent
Deviant but hiding it
You can’t sell enlightenment
Laugh at your entitlement

Panel on women
Only dudes
Um, excuse me
Really? Rude

Emotional terrorist
Thinking that you’re errorless
But you need a therapist
Boy you need an exorcist
Throwin up them Jinns n ghosts
not-fly list
coast to coast

Baby, habibti Pretty please
But you Work at Chuckie Cheese
You get grays
They don’t age
Robbing Cradles
Middle aged

Say you can save my spirit
But you’re a dog at night

We can see right through him
he’s a dog

If I’m all you need
Tell me how come
You gotta wife

Smell that reefer in his kufi
He’s a dog

Sheikhs on the DL
sheikhs in my DM
begging me to shake it on my cam in the PM”
Sheikhs on the DL
sheikhs in my DM
Ridin in that audi
Like a saudi arabian

sorry I have allergies
Allergic to your salary
And when you call me sweety
You are givin me a cavity
Boy you’re too much calories
Obsessed with my anatomy
And your flattery just a mirror
for your vanity

Sheikhs on the DL
sheikhs in my DM
begging me to shake it on my cam in the PM”
Sheikhs on the DL
sheikhs in my DM
Ridin in that audi
Like a saudi arabian

I’m sorry I have allergies
Allergic to your salary
Don’t ever call me sweetie
You are giving me a cavity
Boy you’re too much calories
Obsessed with my anatomy
And your flattery just a mirror
for your vanity

Oh my
God
You need
God

 

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The More Beautiful World

Allow me to introduce myself:
Mona Haydar.
I am the daughter of Syrian immigrants,
A rapper— experiencing cognitive dissonance?
Maybe because we’ve been socialized to believe
That I’m oppressed and in need
Of saving from a savior
By hetero normative delusions of grandeur
Instead of a woman of intellect and agency
Who has made spitting rhymes her specialty
Colonization has made it its project
To project an archetypal image
A limp tepid one that I resist
Because my rhymes spill truth
Like their bombs spill blood
But somehow my people are the barbaric ones
I’m the mother of two beautiful boys,
And yes I been in the news makin noise
Because I’m a poet and emcee
An activist and masters student of theology in this city
But I have a question for you all just out of curiosity
What if our foreign policy was generosity
What if pregnant mamas negotiated homeland security
What if we loved the earth as much as we loved netflix
What if we instated the gift economy and got the money out of politics
What if we sought the wisdom of children in moments of uncertainty
Like when I was in labor with my second and my first told me
Just breathe mommy just breathe. It’s going to be okay.
Or like when he announced very quietly and at random one day
I am a secret.
Yes you are my sweet child of the multiverse.
The norm – not the exception
What if we loved all the babies fiercely
Loving the ones above and below certain globally southern borders equally
Giving them access to the same opportunities
Because we’ve done away with the models of scarcity
Because we know the truth of love’s infinite possibilities
Do you know which baby it will be who will finally find the cure?
Do you know which baby it will be who will finally end world hunger?
Do you know which baby it will be who will put a stop to climate change?
Do you know which baby it will be who will eradicate war with finality?
What if we loved all the babies fiercely?
Would we still have problems with police brutality?
Would we still have people saying that they don’t see color?
Because I see color and it floods my heart with joy joy joy
What if we did away with the projects and gave everyone a proper house
What if instead of dropping bombs we dropped poems
Instead of sending over soldiers we sent over poets.
The potency of poetry takes a nobody and turns them into nobility and not in a nuanced way but noticeably and notably
What if world leaders finger painted until decisions were made
And doodles became laws and songs agreements of trade
What if we bartered for what we needed
What if we all worked until this vision succeeded
I believe this world is possible.
I see it with the eye of my heart
I write from that place when I create my art
The place where we’d no longer need diplomacy
Or politicians who are conscious socially because we’d all be
I’ve been to the future
It lives in the arms of my mother
I’ve returned to share this better way
And it sounds a lot like Bob Marley’s reggae
It feels like Billie Holiday
And I’m so happy to tell you that it’s underway
Because I’ve come with these heart technologies
I come with a whole new cosmology
Replacing all whack theology
With gyn ecology
Yaa gynecology
Loving mother earth like how a woman who knows herself loves herself
Gyn ecology
I went to college see
They taught me
Break it down
Deconstruct the mythology then reconstruct
That’s how you decode the possibility
I’m the archetype of a prophetess
In the incarnation of a poetess
Who prostrates herself to the oneness
The interconnectedness
This is my clinic
Let me administer this shot of
Heart healing modalities
Trauma treating medicines
No payment necessary
No batteries required
Insurance not mandated
In fact insurance is outdated
Instead of bombs blood and dead babies
We want bodies holding bodies in bliss
Class and castes dismissed
The world where love reigns supreme
Like Coltrane and Rumi
Yaaa I’m a groupie
I’m loopy some say naive
But i truly believe in this more beautiful world
And I will dedicate every moment of my life to building it
Because what else have we got to do?
Let’s build that world together.
You down?

Lyrics #hijabiXmona

Hijabi by Mona

Verse 1
What that hair look like
Bet that hair look nice
Don’t that make you sweat?
Don’t that feel too tight?
Yo what yo hair look like
Bet yo hair look nice
How long your hair is
You need to get yo life
You only see Oriental
You steady working that dental
You poppin off at the lip
And run ya mouth like a treadmill
Not your exotic vacation
I’m bored with your fascination
I need that PayPal, PayPal, PayPal
If you want education

Hook
All around the world
Love women every shading
be so liberated
All around the world
Love women every shading
power run deep
So even if you hate it
I still wrap my hijab
Wrap my hijab
Wrap my hijab
Wrap, wrap my hijab

Keep swaggin my hijabis
Swag-Swaggin my hijabis
Swaggin my hijabis
Swag-swaggin my hijabis

Verse 2
Me and my hijabi ladies
We was born in the eighties
So pretty like the euphrates
and party like some kuwaitis
Deeper than some diplomas
Current like some hot yoga
Takin back the misnomers and
Teleportin through trauma
Teleportin through trauma
Teleportin through trauma
I been stackin my karma
Nefertiti, no drama
Make a feminist planet
Women haters get banished
Covered up or not don’t ever take us for granted

Hook

Bridge
You’re just jealous of my sisters
These Mipsters, These hippies
These Prissies, These Sufis
These Dreddies, These Sunnis
These Shii’s, Yemenis
Somalis, Libnanis, Pakistanis
These Soories, Sudanis
Iraqis, Punjabies
Afghanis, Yazeedis
Khaleejis, Indonesians
Egyptians, Canadians
Algerians, Nigerians
Americans, Libyans
Tunisians, Palestinians
Hidden beyond the Mekong in laos
Senegalese and Burkina faso