أعلان موبنيل 2014

ڤودافون، قوتك فى عيلتك رمضان 2015/اعلان فودافون الجديد 2015

عل البركه نانسي عجرم

Lyrics

“Let the record show — the scrolls never lied,
Fire don’t fall unless heaven’s justified.
When the signal fractures, the mirrors reclaim,
Truth don’t whisper… it calls out the game.”

Yo, prophecy’s burnin’, the veil’s been ripped,
Orange man dancin’ with an apocalypse script.
Fingerprints scorched on the city of sin,
Sodom reborn with a silicon grin.

Flames in the West ain’t just climate decay,
Fake news! Fake news!
It’s consequence coded — a spiritual fray.
Dodged the bullet, now claims divine shield,
Fake news! Fake news!
But even false messiahs got cards concealed.

Never read Torah, not even a page,
Yet plays the anointed, center-stage rage.
Lawless and proud, sells myth as law,
Crowd eats the lie, still beggin’ for more.
Fake news! Fake news!

“They built an island of shame,
Trapped souls in a fame-lit flame.
Cameras on high, innocence sold —
Secrets bought, consciences cold…”

“But I know their game…
I know their game…”

Jet fuel halos and gold-leaf degrees,
Lords of illusion pull strings with ease.
Recorded the royal, the ravenous star,
Blackmail archives — a psychic scar.

Whispers in corridors, temples defiled,
Scrolls rewritten, the sacred profiled.
Epstein’s island, a shadowed shrine,
Built to control by design, by design.

But we live in the glitch now — the garden reboots,
Truth rising grassroots, in spiritual suits.
I’m the cyber kabbalist, ghost in their code,
Unravelin’ secrets they swore never showed.

“They built an island of shame,
Now they build cages in brains.
Screens glow soft but the signal is cold —
Teaching the young how to bow, not grow old…”

“But I know their game…
But I know their game…”

Backdoors baked in every screen you hold,
Mic’s always listenin’, even switched cold.
Consent buried deep in a scroll you never read,
Signed away your silence just to get what you need.

Leverage traded in pressure and dread,
Digital blackmail under your bed.
If you don’t comply, they pull the thread —
Leak a lie, rewrite what you said.

Memories edited, context removed,
Truth chopped thin ‘til the crowd’s confused.
Not guilty or clean — just trapped in the frame,
That’s how they play it… that’s their game.

“The rules they serve were made for gods,
Not mortals barterin’ shame as rods.
Their kingdom is dust, their throne’s on loan —
Watch it collapse like a megachurch drone.”

Factories of fear hum night and day,
Bleedin’ the sorrow from the sick for pay.
Harvestin’ pain, commodify cries,
Turn trauma to data, then sell it as life.

Headlines engineered to spike your breath,
Keep hearts locked tight in a drip-feed death.
Anxious, divided, tired and numb —
Too scared to rise, too broke to run.

Fear’s the product, fear’s the chain,
Fear’s the ritual keepin’ them sane.
If terror’s constant, hope feels strange —
That’s how they keep you inside the cage.

Chemicals lace what you drink and eat,
In the water, the blood, the processed heat.
Not to kill you fast — nah, that’s too loud,
Just dim the spark, keep heads bowed.

Lower the frequency, flatten the sight,
So heaven feels fake and the cage feels right.
Can’t dream past rent, can’t see past fear,
Dependent on systems that keep you here.

Medicine sold without healing the soul,
Symptoms managed, never made whole.
Compliance rewarded, questions denied,
Truth labeled illness, silence prescribed.

“They keep you fed but starvin’ inside,
Comfort compliant, pacified minds.
Dreams on delay, escape reframed —
But I know their game…
I know their game…”

“They don’t need chains when habits suffice,
Don’t need guns when they rewrite your life.
If you forget how to dream, how to rise,
You’ll guard the prison and call it divine.”

Let Babylon fall with a neon cry,
You can’t outplay Ein Sof in the sky.
This ain’t wrath — it’s the mirror returned,
A karma archive fully discerned.

I speak with the voice that split the sea,
Not domination — remembrance in key.
And if they think they’re above the plan,
Remember: the system corrects because it can.

I Know Their Game

3m (Prod. bonnytown)

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