PHATWA Songtext
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PHATWA Songtext
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
Enter and spy
(P.H.A.T.W.A.)
I get deported
Somewhere to die
What kind of life is this
Out of sight, out of mind
With divisiveness
Get your head right
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
And right now they
(Pump pain and oil while they murrrdaah)
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 steez
Standing back to back
Party in the heat now
(Evvvveeeeerybody)
We living dead, huh
Give him a phatwa
Bless god
(I get deported, somewhere to die)
Feds like, c′mon let's talk.
'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 muuurrrddaaah)
Some things you never thought of
I'm feeling very amped!
This music is so soothing
Spit so funny
Schizo
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
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 murrrddaaah)
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
Passport control
Where i′m picked at random
Damn son!
(Everybody)
Feels safer than we do
Your plots are see through
(I get recorded, somewhere they spy)
Get the truth EQ'd
A-F
B-I
Enter and spy
When we fly, denied
From planes landing into NY (why?)
C-I
A-F
B-I
Enter and spy
(P.H.A.T.W.A.)
I get deported
Somewhere to die
What kind of life is this
Out of sight, out of mind
With divisiveness
Get your head right
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
And right now they
(Pump pain and oil while they murrrdaah)
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 steez
Standing back to back
Party in the heat now
(Evvvveeeeerybody)
We living dead, huh
Give him a phatwa
Bless god
(I get deported, somewhere to die)
Feds like, c′mon let's talk.
'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 muuurrrddaaah)
Some things you never thought of
I'm feeling very amped!
This music is so soothing
Spit so funny
Schizo
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
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 murrrddaaah)
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
Passport control
Where i′m picked at random
Damn son!
(Everybody)
Feels safer than we do
Your plots are see through
(I get recorded, somewhere they spy)
Get the truth EQ'd
Writer(s): Alsalman Yassin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
