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Listen Raja Nadeem Akhtar And Raja Qamar Islam Pothwari Shair


Lyrics

Cinta Adalah Misteri (Dewa 19)

Bila Cinta
Memanggilmu
Kau ikuti kemana
ia pergi
walau jalan
terjal berliku
Walau perih
slalu menunggu

Cintamu butakan
matamu dan hatimu
harusnya cintamu
buka pintu kalbumu

Cinta adalah misteri
kita hanya manusia
tak berdaya melawan
takdir sang Raja Manusia
(tlah terlukis di Langit)

Jika sayapnya merangkulmu
dan pisau tajam siap melukai

Armageddon Days (Are Here Again) (The The)

They're 5 miles high
As the crow flies
Leavin' vapour trails
Across a blood red sky
Movin' in from the East
Towards the West
With balaclava helmets
Over their heads
YES!

But if you think that Jesus Christ is coming
Honey, you've got another thing coming
If he ever finds out who's hijacked his name
He'll cut out his heart and turn in his grave

Islam is rising
The Christians mobilising
The world is on it's elbows and knees
It's forgotten the message
And worships the creeds

"It's War" she cried
"It's War" she cried
"This is War!"
Drop your possessions
All you simple folk
You will fight them on the beaches
in your underclothes
You will thank the good lord
For raising the Union Jack
You'll watch the ships sail out of harbour
And the bodies come floating back
Watch the ships sail out of harbour
And the bodies come floating back

If the real Jesus Christ were to stand up today
He'd be gunned down cold by the C.I.A.
Oh, the lights that now burn brightest
Behind stained glass
Will cast the darkest shadows
Upon the human heart
But God didn't build himself that throne
God doesn't live in Israel or Rome
God doesn't belong to the Yankee dollar
God doesn't plant the bombs for Hezbollah
God doesn't even go to church
And God won't send us down to Allah to burn
God will remind us what we already know
That the human race is about to reap what it's sown

Islam is rising
The Christians mobilising
The world is on it's elbows and knees
It's forgotten the message
And worships the creeds
The world is on it's elbows and knees
It's forgotten the message
And worships the creeds

Armageddon days are here again
Armageddon days are here again
Armageddon days are here again
Armageddon Days Are HERE!!!

Ill Kebab (Outlandish)

Why you treating me so wrong
When all I try to be is so strong
Don't want me to maintain
Please stop messing with my brain, my baby

Bridge:
Ohohoh
Yeah yeah yeah
Let's get it on
To the early morn'
Ohohoh
Yeah yeah yeah
Let's break it down
Baby, break it down

Chorus:
I gotta bad name
Being the bad man I am
Doing bad thangs
Hang around with
My bad friends, bad clan
Doing bad stuff
Me and you all the same
Time to get rough

Quien lo hizo no lo se
No fui yo, pero al final
La historia me absolverá
Porque no estuve yo en el lugar
De todos lados me disparan
Los malos hábitos se acaparan
A mis errores ellos me amarran
No solo tengo cosas malas
Soy humano igual que todos
No soy perfecto igual que todos
Vulnerable como todos
Quiero que me traten como a todos
Quien tiene la respuesta
Por que no comprendo lo que hacemos
En el fondo yo soy bueno
Quien lo hizo nunca sabremos

(Translated)
Who did it?
I don't know
It wasn't me, but at the end
The history will absolve me
Cuz I wasn't at the current place
From all sides I get blamed
And the bad habits can be monopolized
To my errors they attach me
Like if I only have bad things
I'm human, like everyone
Not perfect, like everyone
Vulnerable, like everyone
I just want to be treated like everyone
Who got the answer?
Cuz I don't get what we're doing
In the bottom, I'm good
And who did it, we'll never know

Bridge…

I'm feeling low so you know I got to go
I can't stay any more
No longer will I mourn
I feel the rain and the pain
Creeping under my skin
You ain't my friend cause
You haven't been where I've been
I've been places
Seen faces
Unsolved cases
Kids on streets with no shoelaces
So how the hell you gonna go off by telling me
It's gonna be alright
So please let me go
Islam B let 'em know

Chorus

Boo be calling me
Like what ever she wants
As long as she don't call me home
Mamma wouldn't like that
Cuz that's a no no
So say my name is Mo
And let's do this happy hour on a low
See my real name be Muhammad
But nobody really has to know
But anuff's said and let's do this right
In your crib by the TV light
Get you real high screaming my name
Dreaming 'bout me while you´re doing your man
Thinking that I might come back to you
But I lied too
Played you cool
Girl, stop calling me
You better stop
See you did it
Just to get a rep

It Just Don't Stop (The Roots)




featuring Dice Raw

Hook:
Dig it, this world is filled with homicides and **
All the crimes of hate just ain't the size and shape
You can walk don't the block and get slumped or knocked
It don't stop y'all and it just don't stop (x2)

Black Thought:
I leave the microphone intrigued with my practice
This rebel stick your system like a cactus a boys sadness
Who knows what is concealed under the mattress
Ruegurs, losses and grindals when my minds in blackness
Then I act this way the beast unleashed
Rabbis, monks and priests always pray for peace
But it's deceased now only lives the true realance
Open up the mental deaths you rented through my palace
My thoughts contain the plus sign plus the malice
Not equating to your Wonderland so ** Alice
My style is hostile on the external
But got plenty of love and warmth that's internal
The sin coronal
Surfaces from whispers from the lower
My noun like arks and 950 years of Noah
You're arch rival
You burn a cross I burn the bible
Because I'm liable, to do this
When my actions true this
But I'd rather choose to use my diction
Resurrect that blond blue eyed and put him through another crucifixion
Stay up in your jurisdiction (say what?)
My depiction is the drama
Though these eyes I've seen the trauma
Homicides in the source that was phenomenal
When I find out who banged Muwan in his abdominal
Met with Jesus to learn to Burns not commical
At times this thing ain't logical
I gots to walk around with my brain on cock
Cause it can't (can't) won't (won't) don't (don't) stop

Hook

Malik B (M-Ill-it-ant):
My mentals in flame your brains will drain
When I let the ink drip and then pass out a pink slip
I think quick so check my methodology
My stylagy is more ranty than anthropology
Between your raw legs like it's gynecology
You and your sorry**style needs an apology
Cause an earthquake and make you shake you need neurology
These niggas kill me actin' like stars ** they astrology
Imagin' with my badge I snatch the pagent
Turn your city to a smashing and grab it
Now it's time to burn the maggots my message stronger than Elisha
That backslap the**like your father
Why bother?
Would any care for, lyrics I sling from my mic with cease your laughter
Mind of a bachelor to a master
What I thought that leaves you flabbergasted
Ask you what's the matter bastard?
These types of rhythms man you'd rather blast it
You hear the beats in jeeps over the weekend
Silence is golden and niggas get killed just for speakin'
The only deacon is death when ya left wounded
Layin' on the ground and meet your doom quick
I done been through the deserts of hell with Satin sittin' waitin'
Contemplatin' and trying to get me for the takin'
That's why I walk around with my brain on cock
Cause it can't (can't) won't (won't) don't (don't) stop

Hook

Black Thought:
At times I feel as if could pull a kamikaze
Illuminatti probably in the civic center lobby
They seeds in the world student body probably
Creatin' missles they got my child holdin' pistols
Knowledge and understand will make a man murder
Stand further ** all the swine plus they hamburger
No hallucination the lieutenant plus Illitant arean murder that's mental
Credentials is I am a hell residental with fire for the presidental
Officially it's havoc in the temple
I terrorize the heavens bring on the renaissance
With the seventh the civili the reverence reprimand
The deacon keepin' 'em from speachin'
Tell 'em seeks the false preacher and I step like a shadow on your way to
hot concrete
And ovserve my peoples in the essence every weekend
We wonder what the ** is school teachin'
Intoxicating soldiers at chaotic times reachin'
The dynasty is slim
But they only resemble what's when we attack
That split your back then we extort your speciamen
I put this in your system like lesser than
Then manuver mentally for men internal medicine
I hold the fort down with Malik symoblic
To the mind of word that's Islamic
The killer force as I deposit dealin' with logic
I keep my brain on cock it don't stop

talking:
Bad lieutenant, M-Ill-it-ant feel the fifth guerilla chant. Come through. ?

Check it out.

Hook

Ushahidu (5forty2)

Mari dengar cerita budak-budak zaman sekarang 2x
Ada pakai jubah ada yang separuh terlanjang
Ada macam-macam kulit putih tukar hitam
Ikut suka hati apa peduli halal haram
Masa kecik2 cita2 jadik doctor
Bila besar jadik lupa jadik player jadik gangster
Apa kejadahnya ayah kelu tak berkata mak garu kepala
Masa depan huru hara
Orang bercinta dia pon gatal nak ikut
Bila maruah dah tergadai baru dada rasa semput
Ini kisah anak dara belum yang lagi pemuda(macam2 ada)
Sampai tak tau camne nak mula
Sekolah belum habis dah lagak macam dewasa
Islam hanya pada nama semua dia nak cuba
Boleh main cuba2,boleh main raba2
Main sama2,bila kena sama rasa
Tepuk dada tanya selera,tanya iman,tanya diri
Tanya kaki sapa bagi sampai kita boleh diri?
Aku Cuma cerita apa yang aku nampak
Ter**nglah kat korang nak terima ke tak

Budak zaman sekarang perangai pelik
Orang kata buruk dia pandang semua cantik
Tak serik,mane pergi rasa segan
Kalau kata org_______________(x pasti perkataannya)
Kuat manusia bergantung pada ilmu setakat tunjuk otai
Takde orang respek kat lu memang begitu
Dunia untuk orang bijak pandai2 hidup kalau taknak kene pijak
Cuba2 usha tengok2 sekeliling bukan tengok dinding tapi minah senget mata juling(juling?)
Dia bukan buta cumabuat2 tak nampak dia rasa seronok jadik budak rosak akhlak(iskh3)
Harga diri murah jual badan kat lelaki macam balak dia konpem ambik die buat bini
Sedarlah diri sedarlah dari mimpi2,apa hari2 ko mmg gelap takde pagi?
Konon pakai **i sebab laki suka tengok,kalau lawa takpe
Cuma lawa sikit dari MOMOK(uwek)
Pusingkan pandangan tengok **k benda baru,budak jadik player walau belum tumbuh bulu(bulu?)apa benda tu?
Khatam pon belum kering lagi dah pandai **k citer main sana main sini
Tukar pompuan hari2 bukan ke kau tu Muslim?
Nabi tak ajar kita tukar pompuan macam musim macam main game
Boleh buat sesuka hati cuba fikir balik kemana kite lepas mati
Tak payah kerek2 kita semua bukan hebat ingat atas sana ada kuasa lagi kuat

Jom tengok2 budak2 dekat sini perangai pelik diorang tambah sikit dengan perangai gedik
Dengan jersi besar rantai **k nak cecah lantai topi kasi senget pastu carut tunjuk otai
Pakai seluar besar pandang badan macam lidi tepi angkat sikit tayang bulu kaki tayang itu ini
Tunjuk semua perangai buruk memang teruk bila orang mula lagak beruk
Buat apa sebok2 dengan trend masa kini sanggup pakai mahal
Walau gadai itu ini berhabis duit Cuma sebab nak perhatian
Semua atas sebab nak diri diperhatikan
Inilah hakikat kita pentingkan luaran anugerah Tuhan lebih sekadar ucapan

Robbin Hood Theory (Gang Starr)




[Intro features Elijah Shabazz from Muhammad Mosque No. 7]
Peace Brother Elijah
Hey peace Guru how you doin?
I'm maintainin
Just been thinkin though man
about the situation for today's youth man the seeds man
What's your opinion on that?
Mmm that's strange I was thinkin the same thing
Somethin I read in the holy Qu'ran how it says
"Has thou seen him who belies religion?
That is one who is rough, to the orphan."
And no matter what we say our religion is
whether it's Islam, Christianity
Juddaism, Buddha-ism, Old School-ism or New School-ism
If we're not schooling the youth WITH wisdom
then the sins of the father will visit the children
And that's not keepin it real...
that's keepin it -- WRONG
Chorus: Guru
Now that we're gettin somewhere, you know we got to give back
For the youth is the future no doubt that's right and exact
Squeeze the juice out, of all the suckers power
And pour some back out, so as to water the flowers
This world is ours, that's why the demons are leary
It's our inheritance; this is my Robbin Hood Theory... Robbin Hood
Theory
Verse One: Guru
I seek Sun, deceive none, for each one must teach one
At least one must flow and show the structure, of freedom
It's me Dunn, cause petty things we don't need 'em
Let's focus to create somethin great, for all that sees them
They innocent, they know not what they face
while politicians save face genius minds lay to waste
If I wasn't kickin rhymes I'd be kickin down doors
Creatin social change and defendin the poor
The God's always been militant, and ready for war
We're gonna snatch up the ringleaders send em home in they drawers
But first where's the safe at? Let's make em show us
and tell em hurry up, give up the loot that they owe us
We bringin it back, around the way to our peeps
Cause times are way too deep, we know the Code of the Streets
Meet your defeat; this is my Robbin Hood Theory... my Robbin Hood
Theory
Verse Two: Guru
I floss my rhymes like dentals, my mental's presidential
from the wild ghetto districts to the plush resedential
Essential, would be the message that I send you
I meant to, elevate at every venue
Pops told me to pursue what is true, and nothing other
And nowadays I pave the way for troops of my young brothers
Necessary by all means, sort of like Malcolm
Before it's too late; I create, the best outcome
So I take this opportunity, yes to ruin the
Devilish forces **in up my black community
And we ain't doin no more interviews
til we get paid out the frame, like mother**in Donahue
We're taking over radio, and wack media
Cause systematically they gettin greedier and greedier
Conquering turfs with my ill organization
Takin out the man while we scan the information
You wanna rhyme you best to wait son
You can't even come near, if you ain't got our share
You front on us this year, consider yourself blown out of here
Yeah... by my Robbin Hood Theory
Chorus
Verse Three: Guru
God is Universal, he is the Ruler Universal
For those who can't follow that spells GURU when in my circle
I see all sides of my culture...
Design my thoughts like a sculpture
And chumps they wanna get with me cause I'm another entity
I'm sent to be, leadin the army of the century
Mention me, and snakes will retreat, eventually...
... due to my Robbin Hood Theory
Chorus

Live On Live Long (Capone N Noreaga)




Intro:
Doin' it up everyday son. Word up. Still on. C.N.N. still live on
what.
C.N.N. live long. Live on word up. Check it. Dedicated
knowhatI'msayin'?
Noreaga:
Yo Pone I know you left and goin up creek soon
You know my address God write me letters keep me in tune
I still remember when we first met
Yo it was up north I had the Iraq flag your comrad
With do bad yo Arab damn dun how you get caught?
Sometimes I look back and think that the shit is my fault
Cause it was me God body had to dead that pork
I went after him and clapped him up after we faught
Then the beef got deeper than what the clique thought
Peep the bucket head leather walley head thoroughbred
Doin' this with two shorties sleepin' in the same bed
So what up Pone nigga I can't zone
Without you think about you
Up at night without my airlight
Shine like broad day light to pay price
Hook:
So if ya heart stop beatin' I'll go back in time
Make your heart beat again real niggas till the end
We try to succeed nigga smoke weed
Contemplated dedicated
To real niggas that could relate it (x2)
(C.N.N.) C.N.N. say it loud yo
(C.N.N.) C.N.N. say it proud yo (x2)
Noreaga:
Peep the second part ya'll
You like the brain I'm like the heart
Yo from day one start you on walley clark
Inside the park I told you Q.B.L.F.C. combine heavenly
We formulateed this escalate just like a heavy key
Enough niggas slam down summers and winters bust a full court press
Our defence apply the best
Rock the A.V.X. cock pit cover my chest
Yo they bag Palm, L.Murder everybody
Doe Boy, Real Ral, Nitty and Montey
Lebannon, Little Worm dun, Little Jamal yo remain calm
I know you blood dun but we can warm
Yo collide God niggas here tie hard like bye God
Plus release now my clique form like the teeth now
Kill beef now make you dead like sea snail
We Averex down to our **in' feet
Now jakes snatch my nigga Frank up off the streets
Now Votos Locos my niggas loco for dolos
Light trees up yo in the future ** with these up
You keep my tees up I K-Tone always squeeze up
talking:
This goes out to all my niggas locked up right now
Hook
Noreaga:
Yo for all my people locked up I got rock chopped up
Hold the block up until you pop up
The banks stopped up
talking:
I don't want no more to drink man.
Noreaga:
Yo I was raised around planets and stars
Jail bars my vernacular repotoire
Lust double cars
Why it seems like everyone still ends up in Green Right
By all means right you get lock it really seem like
Some get hit turn blood and some quit
Yo guerilla vice grip
Latin Kings ice pick
God's reppin' with muslums keep Islam safe
What's your fate yo?
What do you believe what do you know?
Slow it down so reap what you sew
Hook

Malaysia's Finest (Too Phat)

Verse One ( Joe Flizzow )

Joe Flizzow got more Seoul than the '88 Olympics
Far superior, Like Jesse Owens in ‘36
I’m quick to crush your claims your walls fall like Berlin
Never forget the name a grand wizard like Merlin
Hypnotizing rap sermons that will take you back
To the lino mat Crazy Legs got his first six step
To the cans Taki183 did his first graff
And to the decks the day Theodore created the scratch
I’m elevating rap, got every right to be proud
From KL but I keep you in Czech like a prison in Prague
I stay hungry, similar to an anorexic
Imagine calling me dog and you's is Dyslexics
Remain the lyrical Capo di tutti capi
Don Ferro flow burn mc’s call me Api
Always stick to code Omerta truly
I will reveal nothing, not even with a dagger through
me

Verse Two ( Wordsmith484 )

It’s when I grip the pen down for the paper sheets
Slit lines permeates fists constantly defeats
Rhetoric on the lyrics list
Cleansing like a Norton disk
As my therapeutic data travel like Islamic
Unlocking frequencies for new waves to enter
Collective thoughts a razor slangin' blade offender
Defender boast opposes gets roast when
I ignite mics intensed like coast men
Fantastic I bring damage to your tactics with force
From source make words connect like cable bolts
I’m travellin' to your ears with hard raps
The crowd cheers applauding this best yet
Now Wordsmith has arrived with good vibes
Alive 484 the number that stood while
Malaysia’s replica spits the finest crafted
Too Phat aligned fire design we placed it

Verse Three ( Naqib )

Now lets get back to the basics, I'm blazing amazing,
You peeps gotta face it
The youngest in Kartel but I got the rest of these cats racing
I'm blazing, every two snares I’m on is beyond what you call far
I literally define the concept of raising the bar
Yes I’m blazing the tar, moving more crowds than any exodus
And I'm moving more feet than prosthetic leg manufacturers
So stop acting up cos you klowns ain't blasting off
I pop like Kalashnikovs and spit fire like malitovs,
what
That's why these cats can never hit back
Cos the impact of my syntax leave no microphone cables intact
In fact, Three Flow is still hibernating
But the slightest vibrations got all 'em haters agitating
So don't trip, I flip scripts more than you reckon
I can go from dope flow to dirty mashin' in point thirty seconds
I'm reppin' the weapon so ya'll gotta get wit' me
Cos Kartel is just a cover-up, this is the Malaysian monopoly

Verse Four ( Arafah )

Fantastic is the romantic
Romantic is the fantastic
Five, emcees plus one so respect is
Automatic, smooth operator
Love deluxe, crews catchin' static
Who shot ya?
Never thought arafah, the quiet storm lyricist
Who got these emcees payin' rent
with the gift of rhyme on time
Boy you know your flows holds no style,
That comes across mine's
I traffic Kartel back to back
You know I rock well you can tell
I've got eyes all around this killer ya I'm a hustler
H-U-S-T-L-E-R, hustler
Oh yes, they call me princess, and I got groupies
I got a million other brothers tthat wanna do me
Excuse me, I ain't your average type
Put me on any live show and see me damage the mic

Verse Five ( Malique )

At a thousand degrees celsius, ya ice and cheese melt
Call your record label tell 'em Q spit and burn you himself
Tell 'em he battled you and robbed you in your backlane and strayed
And left you runnin' butt ** lookin' for shade
I rearrange the rap game on a regular basis
Spent more time with a 2b stick than I ever did with erasers
And I bet you gotta be tone def to hate this
You lackin' logical basics, like packin' the dumb hate of a blind racist
In this case, I’m makin' 'em thugs holla and ya dame swallow
While you front in clubs for hours with the same bottle
Takin' midget sips, hangin' with your midget chicks
Gossips said I’m sick as ish, I'm back and spittin' sickest ish
Heard you free like Supernat, let's kick some battle rhymes
You gimme some of yours, I murder you with some of mine
You just a sucker rhymer, choke in battles all the time
And every time you forget a line you blame it on the DJ
Yea I’m that Malay kid, your sister wish she dated
Recyclin' the best from the best and underrated
Q the seasoned veteran nobody tighter
Pro'lly that dead president, your ghost writer's ghost writer,
out.


Verse Six ( Koncept83 )

Man, I’m walking up Klang Street corners at night
Stalking in dirty sneakers and cigs ready to light
Destroy speakers and Mics because I’m out for respect
Pulling off receiver cords on the set then I jet
To catch commuter trains up to KL city
Nitty gritty committee, come on get down with me
The sound travels tenements hard we keep telling them
Writing across walls with ill schemes and lettering
While im coming through with the style you ain't used to
Straight up 7:30 like something crucial
Expanding borders because my squad enormous
From way up north down to the lion city borders
Herbs get hurt quick by the verses dropped by the
Koncept like wireless bomb sets
So, each line is streamlined designed by Malaysia’s finest
So don’t try this son, don’t try this, dont try thisVerse One ( Joe Flizzow )

Joe Flizzow got more Seoul than the '88 Olympics
Far superior, Like Jesse Owens in ‘36
I’m quick to crush your claims your walls fall like Berlin
Never forget the name a grand wizard like Merlin
Hypnotizing rap sermons that will take you back
To the lino mat Crazy Legs got his first six step
To the cans Taki183 did his first graff
And to the decks the day Theodore created the scratch
I’m elevating rap, got every right to be proud
From KL but I keep you in Czech like a prison in Prague
I stay hungry, similar to an anorexic
Imagine calling me dog and you's is Dyslexics
Remain the lyrical Capo di tutti capi
Don Ferro flow burn mc’s call me Api
Always stick to code Omerta truly
I will reveal nothing, not even with a dagger through
me

Verse Two ( Wordsmith484 )

It’s when I grip the pen down for the paper sheets
Slit lines permeates fists constantly defeats
Rhetoric on the lyrics list
Cleansing like a Norton disk
As my therapeutic data travel like Islamic
Unlocking frequencies for new waves to enter
Collective thoughts a razor slangin' blade offender
Defender boast opposes gets roast when
I ignite mics intensed like coast men
Fantastic I bring damage to your tactics with force
From source make words connect like cable bolts
I’m travellin' to your ears with hard raps
The crowd cheers applauding this best yet
Now Wordsmith has arrived with good vibes
Alive 484 the number that stood while
Malaysia’s replica spits the finest crafted
Too Phat aligned fire design we placed it

Verse Three ( Naqib )

Now lets get back to the basics, I'm blazing amazing,
You peeps gotta face it
The youngest in Kartel but I got the rest of these cats racing
I'm blazing, every two snares I’m on is beyond what you call far
I literally define the concept of raising the bar
Yes I’m blazing the tar, moving more crowds than any exodus
And I'm moving more feet than prosthetic leg manufacturers
So stop acting up cos you klowns ain't blasting off
I pop like Kalashnikovs and spit fire like malitovs,
what
That's why these cats can never hit back
Cos the impact of my syntax leave no microphone cables intact
In fact, Three Flow is still hibernating
But the slightest vibrations got all 'em haters agitating
So don't trip, I flip scripts more than you reckon
I can go from dope flow to dirty mashin' in point thirty seconds
I'm reppin' the weapon so ya'll gotta get wit' me
Cos Kartel is just a cover-up, this is the Malaysian monopoly

Verse Four ( Arafah )

Fantastic is the romantic
Romantic is the fantastic
Five, emcees plus one so respect is
Automatic, smooth operator
Love deluxe, crews catchin' static
Who shot ya?
Never thought arafah, the quiet storm lyricist
Who got these emcees payin' rent
with the gift of rhyme on time
Boy you know your flows holds no style,
That comes across mine's
I traffic Kartel back to back
You know I rock well you can tell
I've got eyes all around this killer ya I'm a hustler
H-U-S-T-L-E-R, hustler
Oh yes, they call me princess, and I got groupies
I got a million other brothers tthat wanna do me
Excuse me, I ain't your average type
Put me on any live show and see me damage the mic

Verse Five ( Malique )

At a thousand degrees celsius, ya ice and cheese melt
Call your record label tell 'em Q spit and burn you himself
Tell 'em he battled you and robbed you in your backlane and strayed
And left you runnin' butt ** lookin' for shade
I rearrange the rap game on a regular basis
Spent more time with a 2b stick than I ever did with erasers
And I bet you gotta be tone def to hate this
You lackin' logical basics, like packin' the dumb hate of a blind racist
In this case, I’m makin' 'em thugs holla and ya dame swallow
While you front in clubs for hours with the same bottle
Takin' midget sips, hangin' with your midget chicks
Gossips said I’m sick as ish, I'm back and spittin' sickest ish
Heard you free like Supernat, let's kick some battle rhymes
You gimme some of yours, I murder you with some of mine
You just a sucker rhymer, choke in battles all the time
And every time you forget a line you blame it on the DJ
Yea I’m that Malay kid, your sister wish she dated
Recyclin' the best from the best and underrated
Q the seasoned veteran nobody tighter
Pro'lly that dead president, your ghost writer's ghost writer,
out.


Verse Six ( Koncept83 )

Man, I’m walking up Klang Street corners at night
Stalking in dirty sneakers and cigs ready to light
Destroy speakers and Mics because I’m out for respect
Pulling off receiver cords on the set then I jet
To catch commuter trains up to KL city
Nitty gritty committee, come on get down with me
The sound travels tenements hard we keep telling them
Writing across walls with ill schemes and lettering
While im coming through with the style you ain't used to
Straight up 7:30 like something crucial
Expanding borders because my squad enormous
From way up north down to the lion city borders
Herbs get hurt quick by the verses dropped by the
Koncept like wireless bomb sets
So, each line is streamlined designed by Malaysia’s finest
So don’t try this son, don’t try this, dont try this

Hani (Club Nouveau)

( 1 )
Hani kau berikan nama rahsiamu
Tapi kau tak berikan nombor sulitmu
Hani kau bisa lakonkan adegan cumbu
Tapi kau tak jiwai cintamu yang kau
Lelongkan pada mereka

Hani kau memang pandai berpura-pura
Mempamerkan wajah insan yang lemah
Hingga hati yang segarang Raja Rimba
Menjadi lemah dan terpedaya
Kontangkan saku untuk cenderamatamu

( korus )
Oh... Hani
Sampai bilakah kau dapat bertahan?
Sebelum 'Istana Kacamu' dirobohkan
Oh... Hani... Oh... Hani...
Oh Hani...
Berikanlah nombor sulitmu
Sebelum Rolls Royce ku menjemputku **ng
Oh... Hani... Oh... Hani...

( ulang korus )

Hani kau memang pandai berpura-pura
Mempamerkan wajah insan yang lemah
Hani...

( ulang 1 )
( ulang korus )

Perantau (The Zikh)

Perantau musafir perjuangan
Tabahkanlah hatimu
Berjuang di rantau orang
Sedih pilu hanya engaku yang tahu

Ingatlah anak dan isteri
Janganlah menghriris hatimu
Kerinduan desan nan permai
Janganlah melemahkan semangat juangmu

Di waktu ujian badai terus melanda
engkau tetap gigih berjuang
membenarkan sabda junjungan
Terus memburu menuntut janji
Pastilah Islam gemilang lagi

Tapi pejuang kembara perjuangan
Ujian bukan batu penghalang
Kerana itulah syarat dalam berjuang

Oh pejuang
Di manapun ada ketenangan
Di manapun ada kebahagiaan
Bila insan kenal pada Tuhan
Kasih sayhang dan pembelaan-Nya
bagi insan yang menyerahkan
Jiwa dan raga, anak dan isteri
Kepada Allah


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