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[Hook]
Salamu 3laikum
You have Salami
But sonny i'll have the bacon
3aleikum el salam
You silence of the lamb
But sonny me I go H.A.M
[Verse 1]
Those Check point, check me, sunni or shia
I tried to go home, but I need I.D
Tried to build with 'em, they don't like Ikea
Got a passport but I need I.D
Where's your hawiya. Got no idea
"Better tell me why the fuck you here?"
Cuz I'm from Syria?
"So join the army." Hell no. See ya, fucka
Packed my bags went to Barcelona
Won't pack guns in army for ya
Fuck the draft, I'm Mohammed Ali
Cuz half Asians don't kamikaze
I'm travel over seas, smoking my weed
I'm Dragon Ball Z, I'm charging my Qi
I'm on my - party mode here!
Cuz parties back home, are parties you fear
That is Haram as a Mu'Fucka
I felt I ran like a mu fucka
I ran?
I'm like the shah in this mufucka
Slow jam, arms on your shoulder
No dance more like a launcher
In Syria that's how they rock it
Not like a concert, more like Iraq did
BLAOW!
Devil got me, in a proxy war
In my psyche fighting whether or not
I'm a softy, cotton filled, feel numb
From the oxycontine build up
But real talk, i'm real tough
No mere chump at least that's what
I tell myself in the mirror when i get up
And then i go…
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
That is Haram as a mufucka
Shoulda stayed and hang with my other brothers
Just hang
I'm like Saddam in this mu'fucka, god damn
Bang bang, that's trap music
Back home, they all dance to it
That's Syria's top of the charts
Can't get off the hook and caught in these bars
Middle East, Home of the sycamore
Not a good reason to be more sicker for
Kick in the door, wave the AN94
All I hear is I don't need weapons anymore
They tell me that's war, but me I tell 'em
What the hell's that for
Syria now a metaphor for death like a
Second Darfur, but by now
I think we got more and i been warned
Running so much that my soul is worn
Out, and i ain't talking bout
The shoes i wore, new kufars
With Visa cards, how much is it
Do you charge? You want my soul
Well that's a deal, now here's the bill
Just help me get this voodoo off
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