[Intro]
These are Mojaz' residues that I stuck them together with spit
And this piece was created 9 years ago by Mahdiyar,
(And) Now we've taken it out the warehouse
Don't blend in so much
Strong faith exists in faithless countries
[Verse 1]
Let go of the world, I'm not in the mood
Ate the meat and left me the bare bones
I ate it and I felt sick, spit
I'm hungry, I'm not okay
Even if they say the top-floor of this skyscraper is mine
I don't like to shake hands with jackasses
Even if I get imprisoned after a fight
No problem, it's fine I'm not scared
I promised home not to be a wolf
But it's hard when I don't have easy profits
Spit, the detective asked me questions
Me? Always in the room
The door is locked, the only one I trust is God
In front of me, a pen, a paper
You don't remember (but) rap was just a little infant
He didn't know any slogan
Dollars weren't an issue
I was constantly guiding him
Till he started walking on his own two feet
[Chorus]
Spit, spit, fixated on my poems
Drinks are still expensive and crack cheap
Strong faith exists in faithless countries
We consume each other's properties munch munch munch
[Verse 2]
Spit, we're all gonna die, time is running, isn't it?
We say it is, we say captivity is gone
Take this shovel's handle
We all exude oil
Are you aware that you
Call this shiny (fake) thing "original"?
How much does it cost?
You're getting ready to pay
Is it difficult though, predicting the fact
That we'll die naked?
Yeah we die naked
We die naked, we die naked
The world is full of orphans yet we're still breeding
Spit, this is the discrimination of rap
Go tell everyone your role in it
'Cause I've seen you somewhere
Let me think
Oh somewhere in the middle of the local farm market
Where they were relocating banana boxes
Everyone used to make fun of me, and all I've got was a lump in my throat
I was punching the wall, punch after punch
I used to sit and get fixated on every single line (of the poem)
Cheers to everyone who stood by me, cheers to my tape recorder
[Chorus]
Spit, spit, fixated on my poems
Drinks are still expensive and crack cheap
Strong faith exists in faithless countries
We consume each other's properties munch munch munch
[Verse 3]
Spit, I'm living it up
Morning's here, the knife and cheese are on the table
Not in my pocket, you ask where's the butter?
Everyone hears, everyone hears
Grab a bite, there's no Barbari
No, there's no barbaric, no rage
Everyone sees, everyone sees
When the door opens to the alley
Everything seems fine, people are smiling
The prince doesn't need money
Those leaders aren't corrupt
All the news headlines are true facts
In soldiers hands, there's either a shovel or a sickle
Spit, you wake me up every day
We'll teach you all of it uncle
Don't say that I'm a narrator
I'm part of the TV's censorship
I'm the sound of the demon's burps
I'm eloquent, I'm the explosion of (land)mines
Hichkas, the unknown caption
[Outro]
Even the residues of Mojaz are better than your collections
I hate vain compliments
We got it, your pockets are full of money
Repeat it quickly now
I'm surrounded by dollars, lira
I'm surrounded by dollars, lira
Repeat it quickly
I'm surrounded by dollars, lira
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