Har Ja Ke Bashi - Emo Band

Who are you? Who am I to you? I am the antichrist to you Fallen from the sky with grace Into your arms race Lucid lovers, me and you A deal of matchless value I was always quick to admit defeat Empty statements of bones and meat And my heart, it shook with fear I'm a coward behind a shield and spear Take this sword and throw it far Let it shine under the morning star Who are you? Who am I to you? I am the antichrist to you Fallen from the sky with grace Into your arms race One for my heart and two for show Three tears for all the souls below One day, we made them into figurines Burned them all with all my favorite things Who are you? Who am I to you? I am the antichrist to you Fallen from the sky with grace Into your arms race Who are you? Who am I to you? I am the antichrist to you Fallen from the sky with grace Into your arms

Oh Vado Good to be good ja Not to be good all the time ja Too much holiness ja Na him dey kill my pikin ja ja ja Am just a human ja Am not a bad personal ja Eyan lo deshin loro ja Aye o feni foro ja ja ja Aye ko feni foro Aye o aye o aye o ko fe be Won tun ti payan sita ja Awon ti fine boy nappers ja Officer show me your back ja I want to see your logo ja ja ja Election dey on ja Them say go and get your pvc ja Them swear for you or swear for me ja Who we want no dey win ja ja ja Aye ko feni foro Aye o aye o aye o ko fe be Aye ye ye ye ye ko feni foro Aye o aye o aye o ko fe be Love and no hate ja Make you hate nobody ja No matter how bad them wrong you ja No one holy ja ja ja Egbo information ja Talk about your confusion ja If you dey check your motto ja My brother hold your condom ja ja ja Aye o aye o aye o ko fe be

Yeah, yeah! haha yeah! I gotta get my headphones All my gangsta niggaz is in the building on this one! You know! Yeah here we go It's real! Hussein what's happ'nin nigga? I see you, aight Shadow what's poppin BLAT! Haha haha, yeah my nigga O-1 in the motherfucking house Jody in the house (Jody Mack!) My nigga Cadillac, Gotti what up!?! Blackchild what up!?! I'd like to welcome all my niggaz To the world famous Murda Inc. Show Big shout to all my Queens niggaz in Staten Island Niggaz in Uptown, niggaz in Brooklyn niggaz All my Bronx niggaz yeah, all my Jersey niggaz! you know? We doing it real big right here! all my money niggaz This shit commentated on the one's and two's! They call me the Mighty Rule! how ya living? This real shit we talking I wanna ask all my gangsta niggaz a real question (holla back) What do you do - when niggaz spit at you?! Clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back Fuck if they holl'in about Rule nigga, here's the real I'll pop ya top like Champagne bottles that chill Wear nothing but ice, smiles tinted up to the greatest Tell em I'm nice too, plus push them nice coupes The Inc roll like duece man, I'm ol' G Bobby J And we slingin' soccer fields of yay They don't respect that, don't get your minds around You'll get it pushed back, y'all don't want that I send em to the morgue while keepin my bitches bouncin' fa sho "In Da Club" with no gun, got em taking it off Can't help that, I'm the nigga that puts it down Once I hit that, that's it I'm up in the May (bach) Send them home in the throwback, West 44 Lakers Let's make no mistakes, when these reps take place What's your procedure with a gun in your face? When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space! (C'mon!) We gon' Clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back Rule be "In Da Club" rule motherfucker poppin' the bubbly When shit get ugly I hug the snub closely But usually we still see your bitches Bouncin' on some freak shit, trying to ride my dick I can handle it, long as they manage To get they ass infront of my dick and dance, to Big's "one more chance" Catching hate from a glance, but I'm a giant These niggaz is mere ants, I'll stomp 'em out wit a shank Give bitches the back hand, this pimp shit, it's not realistic The game is heavy, let's not get it twisted I'm young, black, and gifted, but still at the bottom And stuck somewhere between Gomorrah and Saddam I'm here to make this rap shit hotter than Harlem Fuck the Dog beware of Rule, cause I'm the problem What's your procedure with a gun in your face? When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space! (C'mon!) We gon' Clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) Like Bush and Saddam, I'm a find out Where Em Laden's hiding and bomb him first It could be much worse, I could be hotter than yo scrubs Mask and glove, gun hot from burnin' ass up I'd rather be bossed up, wit a bunch of broads The preachers daughter screaming out "Fuck the lord!" I may have struck a chord, wit the Christians But y'all got the freakiest bitches out of all the religions And God gave me his blessings to handle my business On these wanksta snitches, let the nina blow kisses If she some how misses, he gon' meet the mistress And "Clap that boy" like Birdman and Clipse I got these niggaz all over my dick, like hoes I'm the star at these shows, I must be as hot as they come What's your procedure with a gun in your face? When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space! (C'mon!) We gon' Clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz) Yeah, my nigga 'Zino in this motherfucker Buck '89 what's up baby, I see you Break 'em down nigga! break 'em down! Bring them birds, in the motherfucking house It's not a game no mo' Queens in this motherfucker You know All my Jersey niggaz, all my Boston niggaz All my Brooklyn niggaz, Brooklyn sir what up! Haha, yeah, holla at me man

Niggas, bitches Gather 'round I got a story to tell Hear this, hear this Get the whole world The Swatch bred Thoroughbred, shockingly took two to the head Knowledge me God, the shit I'm bout to holler is hard From start, this little nigga had a hell of a heart His pops, bangin that shit in his arms, broken A young mind distorted emotions, is there an upside? His brother got murdered up North by milletas Ma-ma, battlin', cancer, of the colon At the tender age of thirteen, watchin his world close in Blood damn near frozen, from a heart so cold It ain't pumpin out the love no mo', and I feel that Cuz God when you really need it, where the love at? That's why a lot of niggaz got more faith in they gat Freeze that like a photo, take it with you and know This lil' nigga bout to kill all comers for cash flow His role model, the heat, cause it runs streets His motto: 'Nobody eats but me!' Finally this young thug turned pro Used to show love now he got nuttin but hatred and foes Five-double-oh's, hoes so deep He the type of nigga that got it and break down a key Remember me? J to the A, R-U-L, E baby Smell the beef, it continue to uhh, give em hell Fill they bodies with shells and leave niggaz With a story to tell, uh-huh Listen up I got a story to tell On the streets we got guns and drugs for sale Cause you hoes know the game that we play is real Keep your mind on the money and your weapons concealed Listen up I got a story to tell I'm prayin to God, know I'm goin to hell If it's out of my hands, I'll let time prevail, huh Listen up I got a story to tell Listen up I got a story to tell Shit, niggas motherfuckin' die for this shit We do Hustle hard from city to city From state to state All my niggas Let me holla at y'all Son in B'More, we scored more, than ever before Copped the two door, six-double-oh off a raw Show no love for loss since big eight be that lucky Number, we slammed eight of those in Kentucky Kept the currency comin, mo', diamonds New clothes L.A. hoes that'll ride us pronto Once you, lived in luxury, you can't leave it Find yourself, turnin broke bitches into divas Can you believe this? In Cleveland we cuttin these niggaz creepin Tie em on every block, til we shut down shop So keep your glock cocked, one in the head Push the five series drop just in case we gotta spit and spread The alibi be simply, we was in the Carribean With two of our women friends sippin Remi and Henny From there we'll flow, to the Florida Keys and blow trees Fuck a couple of hoes and spend some cheese That's how a boy's life is supposed to be Make our way to N.O. cause we, Bout It Bout It Then down to D.C. where they, cock it pop it Listen up life is nuttin but the hot shit, from here to Wisconsin Y'all niggaz can get it constant It ain't hard that's like pushin dope in the 5th Ward And just to get to God, I'll go through hell And leave the world with a story to tell, heh Listen up I got a story to tell On the streets we got guns and drugs for sale And you hoes know the game that we play is real Keep your mind on the money and your weapons concealed, huh Listen up I got a story to tell I'm prayin to God, know I'm goin to hell If it's out of my hands, I'll let time prevail Listen up I got a story to tell Listen up I got a story to tell Listen up I got a story to tell...

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع