[Karim-Rap-4-Life]

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