Khalif-Ornia

They rewrote the map, but the Truth still glow...
They said “Columbus discovered” — nah, bro, we know...
The Moors was here before the lies took hold,
The ink of Islam written in the earth of old...

They sold a story, called it “discovery,”
But that was genocide wrapped in luxury.
Columbus? — man, that dude was a fraud,
A rapist, a killer — no mercy, no God.
He cut off hands, he fed kids to dogs,
While praising his king through a holy fog.
How you look up to such a worthless man?
When he spilled blood just to steal the land.

Muslims sailed from the East long before,
With the Qur’an in hand, trading shore to shore.
From China’s sea to the western sand,
They planted the Light in Allah’s plan.
Khalifornia — that’s from Khalifa, see?
The rulers of faith, the Caliphs of deen.
The Moors and the scholars, they mapped the Earth,
Before the West rewrote the birth.

Lies on the map, Truth in the sand,
The Muslims built this promised land.
Thirteen Medinas, seven Meccas rise,
Thirteen Damascus under these skies.
They hid the signs, they changed the name,
But Haqq don’t bow to their game.
You can bury the truth, but it still gon’ rise —
The Ummah’s light never dies.

They burned the scrolls, erased the trade,
But the Arabic still in the stone they made.
Seventh-century script in the canyon wall,
Proof that the call was heard by all.
We had merchants, saints, and men of peace,
Before the cross came with the sword’s deceit.
They enslaved the soul, rewrote the page,
Built their empire on a golden cage.

They praise Columbus — I call that insane,
How you celebrate blood and pain?
He ain’t no hero, he was Satan’s pawn,
Killing for gold till his mercy gone.
But truth got memory — divine design,
It’s coded in the stars and time.
From Andalus light to America’s clay,
The Ummah’s prints won’t fade away.

Thirteen and seven — secrets divine,
Numbers of power, heavenly sign...
Medina, Mecca, Damascus stand,
Names like scars on the stolen land...
You can hide the light, but you can’t erase,
What Allah wrote across time and space.

Lies on the map, Truth in the sand,
The Muslims built this promised land.
Thirteen Medinas, seven Meccas rise,
Thirteen Damascus under these skies.
From Khalifornia to the southern sea,
The Caliphs’ name carved in history.
Falsehood fall, when the Truth stand tall,
La ilaha illAllah — above it all.