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Damascus nights, Bab Touma streets, echoes in the alleys, heartbeats with the heat.
Tickets silent, I slide through liquid flows. Thirst, iron rust in mind, twisted, nobody knows.
Business switching genders, bent, flexing, lifted pride. Fake kings gifted, but I'm the truth they tryna hide.
Sixteen years hustling from Jaramana′s dark. Bab Touma′s alleys, shadows mark the spark.
Real gangsters before likes, no insta-scene. Stacking blacks, graffiti, script, streets stay mean.
Words drop plastic, no ballistic, target locked. Caliphate of bars, my lips, the walls unrocked.
Drunk sting in my mouth, twisted, sinister flow. Catastrophe, fountains, watch the chaos grow.
Break it down, crushing skulls, I own this track. Color structures fall flat, fake minds crack.
Searching for a brain, but your sack′s too light. Translations easy when your thoughts ain′t right.
Break it down, crushing skulls, I own this track. Color structures fall flat, fake minds crack.
Searching for a brain, but your sack′s too light. Translations easy when your thoughts ain′t right.
No gift from Santa, spark electric minister stands. G.I. Joe at the bars, deadly in advance.
Captions reptilian, want our local product. Manufacturing lies, your truth's obstructed.
Millionaire′s death, street knowledge raw. Homage paid, quit dissing, respect the law.
Lost lines, push gimmicks, fill in your script. Brick workers grind, nice ring, toughish script.
Tested words, no ballistic, target on your lips. Caliphate bars flooding, no slips.
Sinister, twisted flow. Catastrophic, catch every fountain, the rhythm's emphatic.
Break it down, back with the force, skulls cracked. Color schemes crumble, troops on the attack.
Still searching for brains to connect the dots. Mind′s just a sack lost in thoughts knots.
Break it down, back with the force, skulls cracked. Color schemes crumble, troops on the attack.
Still searching for brains to connect the dots. Mind′s just a sack lost in thoughts knots.
Chest cracked open, noise still roaring loud. Out on arms, fists double, no crowd.
Bulletproof piercing off the floor, your throne. Pharaohs lined up, ancient thrones unknown.
Load stones dead on Mt. Hardcore′s name. Electric storms hit, no time for the game.
Ghoul ripping webs, resetting the core. Smart nets scatter, wide, restore folklore.
Shick shack shook, no billboard fame. Who′s next to score, the crown′s aflame.
Vacant but thirsty, respect we protect. Babtuma Chronicle street, legacy sacked.
Break it down, crushing skulls, I own this track. Color structures fall flat, fake minds crack.
Searching for a brain, but your sack′s too light. Translation′s easy when your thoughts ain′t right.
Break it down, crushing skulls, I own this track. Color structures fall flat, fake minds crack.
Searching for a brain, but your sack′s too light. Translation′s easy when your thoughts ain′t right.
