He writes jihad poetry.
Mohamud, a self-described rapper, recorded a statement, which finished with this poem.
"And finally I wanted to finish with a poem that I wrote for the Mujahadeen across the globe. It is from your brother to his brothers.
"You stand in my eyes as a white distant pearls who have forsaken their desires and the life of this world. I sit here, cold cement numbing my feet. The world once [unintelligible] honor under Allah and his rule. The Muslims most noble and a mujadid hold onto jihad to continue our rule. When we fell into Dunia and united no more as the pagans rejoiced invading our shores. Our honor merely memories of times before and the centuries raced on as our power regressed. While the humans fell into darkness, suicidal depressed, the Christians and Jews have finally established their rule. In the hot burning deserts, the wind still blew as a few bright faces looked up at the moon. When Ramadan had begun and their faith renewed. So carry on oh brothers, and march on ahead to meet your creator and lie on some beds, and the martyrs don't die, so don't say they're dead. Explode on [unintelligible]. Explode on these [Arabic for infidels]. Alleviate our pain. Assassinate these leaders, commanders, and chiefs from your brother to his brothers.
So carry on, oh brothers, and march on ahead
To meet your creator and lie on some beds
And the martyrs don't die, so don't say they're dead.