Karim-Rap-4-Life
2013-07-18, 04:58
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No Fear
Verse 01:
Listen this is the hardest words I spoke ever
I’m through real trouble you can call it Severe
Keep blasting every time they’re messing around
Clear, finish the mission make them understand
That they’re brainwashed under their command
Hey Djamel I’m back could you take my hand
I’m talking to homeboy called “Jimmy the Rap soldier”
Can you see me I got out of the trouble I told ya
I’m back breaking My foes and enemies neck
What about the mission! Let’s make the G-Unit
To fools who blame me coz I’m called a Rapper
Their only prove is The Rap out of our Culture
They don’t even know well about their Ancestors
But are the Mobile and TV made by
Uuuuuugh! To the punks who showed up messing
Make sure I’ll blow up in case you did not listen
Respect the “Game of rhymes” owe a confession
Pass by look in my eye and I’ll teach you a lesson
I don't make spontaneous words to express
I cause the stress send you a pain virus
Plus when I'm mad it’s rather call me Spartacus
My rap's nucleus is a diss lyrics not dances
Press my view in every sequence of sentences
Words in rhymes no Instruments but so offensive
We got no lament here the style is Aggressive
My lyrics is about dissing the sick Politicians
Getting much money cars stock in the mansions
I can record in the studio it’s available and easy
Being famous got everybody scream like crazy
And flee When I see a huge number of devotees
Coz they Wanna an autograph on my Album Cds
Verse 02:
My definition of the RAP is “Rebel And Pound”
If got no Editors let my words Underground
(Mimo) Yow a philosopher of modern society!
Like Pac Shakure and “7 days theory”
I got a hot style for Arab channels I’m a hostile
Coz they serve the Lucifer with One eye
Tell me why Miss FM show Clips like Oliver Twist?
The only thing missed is the weed and the Cannabis
Of course don’t forget the punks of MBC’s
Algeria’s Two most wanted are a smart MC’S
Karim and Djamel ain’t afraid of the conspiracy
Unlike other Illuminati puppets exist trust me
Hey Maybe I’ll be dead after my lyrics make a mess
Then police find my lyrics files on my desk
Maybe they gonna tarnish my picture like M.Jakson
Or grabbed me like Pac and send me to Prison
That do a favor coz I miss reading comprehension
Being like Malcom X Roza and Dr. Martin
There I read books about the art of war
Ladies and gentlemen that’s a war that I can’t ignore
I’ll disappear like 2pac leave the code number “Seven”
And when I get out I send all my enemies to heaven
Like that nasty biggie’s soul gone to heaven
Living so far but I understand all what happen
I’m about to be killed after losing a Nigger
Nothing would be left except MOB Figure
Load my old gun I make a number runs
I wanna set a fire in the Satan fans
Whatcha gonna do when death knock on the door
I’ll catch the guilty wipe his head on the floor
When he wakes up find himself in a sick mood
Feeling an anesthesia and his tongue is gone
Well constrained in a chair I pull the teeth
Pull his head walking screaming in the street
A real noise behind me the damn cars of police
•Won’t back down and never bow down on both knees
Pass me a work as a professor in my city
Or I’ll Bootleg like that Lil O G
NOW I see Thug life; as my way to be B.I.G
If got nuttin’ I’ll be spitting words of a real G
No Fear
Verse 01:
Listen this is the hardest words I spoke ever
I’m through real trouble you can call it Severe
Keep blasting every time they’re messing around
Clear, finish the mission make them understand
That they’re brainwashed under their command
Hey Djamel I’m back could you take my hand
I’m talking to homeboy called “Jimmy the Rap soldier”
Can you see me I got out of the trouble I told ya
I’m back breaking My foes and enemies neck
What about the mission! Let’s make the G-Unit
To fools who blame me coz I’m called a Rapper
Their only prove is The Rap out of our Culture
They don’t even know well about their Ancestors
But are the Mobile and TV made by
Uuuuuugh! To the punks who showed up messing
Make sure I’ll blow up in case you did not listen
Respect the “Game of rhymes” owe a confession
Pass by look in my eye and I’ll teach you a lesson
I don't make spontaneous words to express
I cause the stress send you a pain virus
Plus when I'm mad it’s rather call me Spartacus
My rap's nucleus is a diss lyrics not dances
Press my view in every sequence of sentences
Words in rhymes no Instruments but so offensive
We got no lament here the style is Aggressive
My lyrics is about dissing the sick Politicians
Getting much money cars stock in the mansions
I can record in the studio it’s available and easy
Being famous got everybody scream like crazy
And flee When I see a huge number of devotees
Coz they Wanna an autograph on my Album Cds
Verse 02:
My definition of the RAP is “Rebel And Pound”
If got no Editors let my words Underground
(Mimo) Yow a philosopher of modern society!
Like Pac Shakure and “7 days theory”
I got a hot style for Arab channels I’m a hostile
Coz they serve the Lucifer with One eye
Tell me why Miss FM show Clips like Oliver Twist?
The only thing missed is the weed and the Cannabis
Of course don’t forget the punks of MBC’s
Algeria’s Two most wanted are a smart MC’S
Karim and Djamel ain’t afraid of the conspiracy
Unlike other Illuminati puppets exist trust me
Hey Maybe I’ll be dead after my lyrics make a mess
Then police find my lyrics files on my desk
Maybe they gonna tarnish my picture like M.Jakson
Or grabbed me like Pac and send me to Prison
That do a favor coz I miss reading comprehension
Being like Malcom X Roza and Dr. Martin
There I read books about the art of war
Ladies and gentlemen that’s a war that I can’t ignore
I’ll disappear like 2pac leave the code number “Seven”
And when I get out I send all my enemies to heaven
Like that nasty biggie’s soul gone to heaven
Living so far but I understand all what happen
I’m about to be killed after losing a Nigger
Nothing would be left except MOB Figure
Load my old gun I make a number runs
I wanna set a fire in the Satan fans
Whatcha gonna do when death knock on the door
I’ll catch the guilty wipe his head on the floor
When he wakes up find himself in a sick mood
Feeling an anesthesia and his tongue is gone
Well constrained in a chair I pull the teeth
Pull his head walking screaming in the street
A real noise behind me the damn cars of police
•Won’t back down and never bow down on both knees
Pass me a work as a professor in my city
Or I’ll Bootleg like that Lil O G
NOW I see Thug life; as my way to be B.I.G
If got nuttin’ I’ll be spitting words of a real G