lirik lagu narcy - p.h.a.t.w.a.
[hook]
c-i-a-f-b-i
enter and spy
when we fly, denied
from planes landing into ny (why?)
c-i-a-f-b-i
sentenced our lives (p.h.a.t.w.a.)
i’ll get deported somewhere to die
[verse 1]
what kind of life is this?
out of sight, out of mind with divisiveness
get your head right, we’re betrayed and gone wrong, hold on
arabs get their roll on like backgammon with souls lost
rap’s khalil gibran, puffin’ cedar trees
cuffed on the lawn of the white house
right now they (pump pain and oil while they murder)
some things you never heard of
bodies get blasted back, tagged and taxed
beef served cheap eating vats of fat
on the other side, brothers wearing bags for hats
orange jumpsuit st–z, standing back to back
party in the heat now, (everybody)
we living dead, huh? give him a phatwa
bless god
(i get deported somewhere to die)
feds like, “c’mon let’s talk.”
[hook]
[verse 2]
security’s, rarely irrelevant
impurity in the scale of my element
the lies make me mo’ sad like israeli intelligence
barely a militant
humans pale in benevolence
rap’s salman rushdie, outlandish
no sound scan push me
ballads outstanding, how candid!
(pump pain and oil while they murder)
some things you never thought of
i’m feeling very amped, this music is so soothing
spit so funny skitzo, runnin’ hits go dunny!
trying to git mo’ money
like a cuban military camp funded by sick folks
and the list goes… (everybody)
trying to speak out for peace, deleted, believe it
(i’ll get reported somewhere tonight)
still undefeated
[hook]
[verse 3]
we went from supported to subordinate
can’t afford it, ordered
my motherland smothered and mortared
morbid, at borders
i’m sorted out from beardless cats
that boarded the plane as i was boarding
then detained, i can’t call it
mic check when they search my jordans
it hurts like mourning so…
(pump pain and oil while they murder)
some things i’m unsure of
like an arab man at an airport
when you wonder what he’s there for, therefore
i stand up for lands stuck, near war in tandem
p-ssport control, where i’m picked at random
d-mn son!
(everybody)
feels safer than we do
your plots are see through
(i get recorded, somewhere they spy)
get the truth eq’d
[hook]
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