Revolutionary Suicide
I need to know
We all staying or we all going
All Praise Due to The All-Knowing
Independent
Nobody tell Lyor Cohen, I'm Dior Glowing
So Fly but I'm beyond Boeing
I used to run around Abu Dhabi Mad Shook
Man Look, There's no Iraqi-Rapper-Handbook
Black, White, King Queen and Rook
And all them shots you send me like Sam Cooke
I'm half Arabian Half Man
Rock the Kaftan Like A Savior Goddamn
Smoke Afghan like American Soldiers
I never been colder, I'm from the Future after this era is over
Arab Hova, IRAQ-A-FELLA
I'll never sell my soul to, walk to hell and back
There's no telling when your melon snaps
End of Day Armageddon Raps.
NDAs, you ain't getting that
You can bet your bottom dollar I'mma tell them facts (Truths)
You can keep your record contracts in your pocket
(For Real, Sheb Lak) Yadamean
I used to feign for the Shabah Benz with the ghost eyes, you know what I'm saying
Big Body joint, now I'm rolling around in the CX-5 but I still got my soul, yadamean? Alhamdulillah Yadamean
I dip the dibis in the vat of fat,
Manaeesh for my madame, rock a tee, FREE PALESTINE like Arafat
Walk the Beat Street Team, Iraq Kerouac
Did I tell you that your pen is wack? Probably not
Rap around you like Saran
Then surround you like Iran, to Netenyahu
On the net before the google, get the yahoo'd
I bet you wish I spit Falafel, you bitches brothel
I'm mister lawful, faithful
But i like it rah like afu
And I'm totally off you
I'm both scholar and a handful
You ain't got the answers
It's the anthem a brown panther pamphlet
Revolutionary Suicide Huey P
That's her and him, you and me Unity
Revolutionary Suicide Huey P
That's her and him, you and me Unity
Could it be he a simpleton talking
Or is he a mystical prophet rolling with Mr Khodafez
You can catch me listening to Nas, in the whip with a coffee
Tell the feds to get off me, while I'm Fisting Kunafa
Narce is a Rebel to Arabia, Lyrical Professor
Police got me Fed Up
There's no one better
The system kill with what they fed us.
I mixed the ketchup with the cheddar
The system kill us with what they fed us
I mixed the ketchup with the cheddar
They won't forget us
Look what I did to them with Alphabetics
HUH
Narce is a Rebel to Arabia
Deep Fake
Yadamean
We all staying or we all going
All Praise Due to The All-Knowing
Independent
Nobody tell Lyor Cohen, I'm Dior Glowing
So Fly but I'm beyond Boeing
I used to run around Abu Dhabi Mad Shook
Man Look, There's no Iraqi-Rapper-Handbook
Black, White, King Queen and Rook
And all them shots you send me like Sam Cooke
I'm half Arabian Half Man
Rock the Kaftan Like A Savior Goddamn
Smoke Afghan like American Soldiers
I never been colder, I'm from the Future after this era is over
Arab Hova, IRAQ-A-FELLA
I'll never sell my soul to, walk to hell and back
There's no telling when your melon snaps
End of Day Armageddon Raps.
NDAs, you ain't getting that
You can bet your bottom dollar I'mma tell them facts (Truths)
You can keep your record contracts in your pocket
(For Real, Sheb Lak) Yadamean
I used to feign for the Shabah Benz with the ghost eyes, you know what I'm saying
Big Body joint, now I'm rolling around in the CX-5 but I still got my soul, yadamean? Alhamdulillah Yadamean
I dip the dibis in the vat of fat,
Manaeesh for my madame, rock a tee, FREE PALESTINE like Arafat
Walk the Beat Street Team, Iraq Kerouac
Did I tell you that your pen is wack? Probably not
Rap around you like Saran
Then surround you like Iran, to Netenyahu
On the net before the google, get the yahoo'd
I bet you wish I spit Falafel, you bitches brothel
I'm mister lawful, faithful
But i like it rah like afu
And I'm totally off you
I'm both scholar and a handful
You ain't got the answers
It's the anthem a brown panther pamphlet
Revolutionary Suicide Huey P
That's her and him, you and me Unity
Revolutionary Suicide Huey P
That's her and him, you and me Unity
Could it be he a simpleton talking
Or is he a mystical prophet rolling with Mr Khodafez
You can catch me listening to Nas, in the whip with a coffee
Tell the feds to get off me, while I'm Fisting Kunafa
Narce is a Rebel to Arabia, Lyrical Professor
Police got me Fed Up
There's no one better
The system kill with what they fed us.
I mixed the ketchup with the cheddar
The system kill us with what they fed us
I mixed the ketchup with the cheddar
They won't forget us
Look what I did to them with Alphabetics
HUH
Narce is a Rebel to Arabia
Deep Fake
Yadamean
Credits
Writer(s): Yassin Alsalman
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