
Locals feel dislocated located in local mazes amazes me everyday
A bigger pineapple will never produce more juice 
until more Jews and more judises choose what they say 
and I say!
So you can just suck on a dog,
Cause I don’t give a fuck who you are
No, I don't give a fuck who you know
Muthafuckaz you own, they gon take you apart
I should say this right from the start
A bougie bitch'll never run with ma heart
Ridin' on some luck and some fame
Ridin in the dark through the light of the Lord
Lord x3
God willin, imam make a fuckin killin
The light of the Lord it will shine on
The light of the Lord it will shine high
The light of the Lord it will shine through 
Through all the lies…
The light of the Lord it will shine on
The light of the Lord it will shine high
The light of the Lord it will shine through you
So you can just suck on a dog,
Cause I don’t give a fuck who you are
No, I don't give a fuck who you know
Muthafuckaz you own, they gon take you apart
I should say this right from the start
A bougie bitch'll never run with ma heart
Ridin' on some luck and some fame
Ridin in the dark throught the light of the Lord
The light of the Lord x3
God bless! Amen!
God willin', imma shit on their feelings!...

My talent's God-given, came with a ribbon, that’s why I ain't never spittin' outline,
That’s why every time I get in, you know im 'bout my business, an eye ain't never get it, the shots fired!
And I ain't never known my limits, that’s why I never get it, I look up at my niggaz, they all smilin'
I swear to titties on ma women that I never been in: a position where I'm not violent.
'cause usually I'm sippin, usually sinnin' but tonight I guess I'm just hidin',
'cause the devil is in me, the devil is in me, but tonight I'm gonna fuckin find him,

So you can just suck on a dog,
Cause I don’t give a fuck who you are
No, I don't give a fuck who you know
Muthafuckaz you own, they gon take you apart
I should say this right from the start
A bougie bitch'll never run with ma heart
Ridin' on some luck and some fame
Ridin in the dark throught the light of the Lord
The light of the Lord x3
God bless! Amen!
God willin', imma make a fuckin' killin!...

Locals feel dislocated located in local mazes amazes me
Everyday x3
Local feel dislocated, amazes me everyday, left traces of mary jane
Misshaping of education causin' jaded interpretations
Who's raising the bar?
Larry Hoover or Larry King?
And nowadays a dollar bill just has a different ring
When money has its fuckin' hands over everything
Pay for your service. Who do you worship?
 Who do you think?
Who do you think?!
 BLING!-BLING! CHING!-CHING! *SHOT*
I wouldn't have had my fuckin' freedom had I not payed for my trial!

So you can just suck on a dog,
Cause I don’t give a fuck who you are
No, I don't give a fuck who you know
Muthafuckaz you own, they gon take you apart
I should say this right from the start
A bougie bitch'll never run with ma heart
Ridin' on some luck and some fame
Ridin in the dark throught the light of the Lord
The light of the Lord x3
God bless! 
We gon shine! 
Ye! 
We gon shine muthafucka__!


Suck On A Dog

Comparin' Cairo (the "C") to a Bitch...Classic

LYRICS:
My city, my city, my city…
I keep seein a lot of thangz around ma city
They love me like cocaine in ma city
So T is known name in ma city

Some bitches call me TIME, Some bitches call me T,
Some bitches fuck me now, Some bitches in my dreams
Some bitches on the lo-lo, Some bitches on the team
Some bitches like to dance, N some bitches like to sing
Some bitches like to ride. Some bitches like to read
Some  bitches like the bong, 
some bitches like the weed when they roll it,
some bitches like the sounds of the scene when they own it..
some bitches like seizing the moment,
but me I like the C/sea in the moe’nin: Bright Blue Sky!
It remind me of me some how,
I’m cocky as a little shit, I am! 
But fuck the world and all it’s middle men
And it could be simple as this, your pretty dimples and tits,
They don’t mean shit to me, baby, if you …act like a bitch
I guess what I’m sayin’ is, when I weigh in the risks
Of lovin’ you I think maybe, maybe I just want to be rich! 
You be good to me, baby, I’ll be good to you: 
baby, the ground is brown, baby, the sky is blue, its simple…
n we can be down to earth, if I get,
High with you; we get bound by birth, n shi_...
N I’mma die with you,
You break a heart, or break a bone, or break a thigh tissue!
And I’ll be right with you,
Umma cry with you, 
Right by your side “with you”: 
Romantic-crime life…Sum’n like Guy Richie
And if I go to prison, you write me like “I miss you”
N I reply “ill be right witcha”
Until then let the sun rays in the sky kiss ya
N’ pray for  me every time u look at my picture,
‘cause my bitch is…
My city, my city, my city…

I keep seein’ a lot of thangz around ma city
They love me like cocaine in ma city
So T is known name in ma city
Nobody wearin’ gold chains in ma city
‘Cause so many tryna maintain in ma city
And even though the soul pains in ma city
Some thangz they juss won’t change around ma city






She's Ma City (prod. By RicandThadeus)

She went n sold her pussy to the highest bidder,
Well my O my! Aren’t you the most biased sinner,

O Quiet sinner! O Quiet sinner!
Where've ya been? What have you been doing?
Everyone knows you're up to no good,
But you don't need to knock on no wood 
'Cause you know you're a winner x2

She went n sold her pussy to the highest bidder,
Well my O my aren’t you the most biased sinner,
The though alone would make her mama cry at dinner
She thinks about it when power outages quiet winter, she say,
Quiet sinner! At night she weeps to sleep n through her crying rivers
N if she slept then she would wake violent shivers
N dry her face, n maybe…
Buy some liquor,
To lie in with her,
Her liar friends are lying with her
N when the lies are over ain't nobody sighing with her,
Except her dying liver,
Nothing but cold shivers for a gold digger,
Go-figure,
Witchya figure, 
Lookin' 'round the room, tell me who's your _
Show your daddy all your magic,
Choose your wizard
N when you done just cut him off like,
Use your scissors

O Quiet sinner! O Quiet sinner!
Where've ya been? What have you been doing?
Everyone knows you're up to no good,
But you don't need to knock on no wood 
'Cause you know you're a winner x2

So you went n sold your pussy to the highest bidder,
Well my O my aren't you the most quiet sinner,
Deep inside you're bitter!
So you play this little game where you play quiet sitter,
But I can read through it n you can't trick the kindest mirror, baby!
Quiet sinner! 
Sitting in the corner cigarette smoking: clipper *clip* *light*
Open up a window, this bitch 'bout to burn the house down with her,
But look how mad she get when the table turn on her at dinner,
'cause you can take a strong man down, but can't take down that mans pillar
She try and try to play the victim, tell me baby, who's your killer?
'cause you gon' fuck around n drop your mask…
cussing me out wit' her slippers!

O Quiet sinner! O Quiet sinner!
Where've ya been? What have you been doing?
Everyone knows you're up to no good,
But you don't need to knock on no wood 
'Cause you know you're a winner x2


Quiet Sinner

Parole!

Outro  Suzan Ummar El Din Attayef

My Word, My Balls, My Pride

I knock it out or Knock it off,
A rocket launch to get me high;
I'm not a Martian, 
Earth to NASA: do you read me, bitch reply,
I need ma coffin… and why?...

‘Cause I'm a soldier for peace;
A piece of the war.
A lion in his jungle never struggles for more,
So fuck off!
Ye, fuck off nigga…
Cause I'm the ninja nigga here
And why wouldn’t I be
It tells you somethin’ when the young’n say 
“Why couldn’t I be?”
Fuck limitations of emotion,
 What (are) you wishing to be?
Finding Nemo through the ocean;
Askin’ fish in the sea
If fish were like us I wonder would they listen to me
 Better yet if fish were like us would they listen or speak
 Welcome to prisons of land, man made to live in the sea and… 
Now I believe I seen’t  plenty of sheep, many…
 Some of ‘em men and…
Some of ‘em thieves and…
None of ‘em breathin’…
Different air the…
The picture’s there…
Some of the people they pray to Jesus to admit they scared
N’ I ain’t shit but scared too
cause other people, they livin in evil
 if you knew it I'm sure it would scare you
I know the bullshit when you bring it
I don’t really like to sing it but I dare to
I make the dirty bitches suck-n-do the dishes, ahuh!
Early birdie get the fuckin riches, ahauh!
Lessons in the street are taught with stitches,
And ditches and bitches and..

You know me!
TDmuthafuckin-to-tha-fuckin G!
Ridin’ wit yo bitches and I'm feelin’ free
Rollin’ wit yo homies and they rollin wit me,
Wit me,
Why they rollin wit me?!
Cause I'm the TDmfG!
N’ yo bitchy she be on ma D
She said she never met another quite like me,
Like me, n I'm not!
Me anymore…
I’m not free once I know these things, I said I’m not 
Free anymore…
N’ you can go “Barat-darata-tdara!”x2
But I wont stop what I’m doin’
Until I die…
N’ I won’t stop what I'm doin’
For you, for them, for any-one!

I terrorize these rappers and embarrass ‘em
They see wit their bitch; they hid their bitch
Like they were scared or sum’n 
They know ain’t no comparison 
With Arab on American: 
Falafel on a Waffle;
Tell yo poppa to be prepared to run
If I could take you back, 
to the first day I rapped
I would painted trapped
Bulls escapin’ fast
That would explain the fact
I never gave it back
N’ if I could take you back
You wouldn’t have made it back
If you could relate to tracks…
You want to escape the facts
But rappers nowadays rappin just to escape the trap
Bitch, I’m outrageous, clap!
I ain’t a pawn, I'm a sinner tryin’ to make it back
Which is tricky when…
 makin’ tracks n’ statin’ facts
Words recorded on a mic ain’t taken back
You put your heart and your level and you lace the track
N’ etch your city on the map, relocate your trap (background: CAIRO!)
We comin n’ we fuckin’ hungry we gon’ take your snacks
N if u got love for rap this gon’ take you back
Like “where ma niggaz at?” and “where ma bitchez at”
Nah where is Pac at?
 I think of Biggie every time I see a Sox hat
You think of rappers every time you think of drop-dead
Uh uh uhhhhh!
Cause it feels like we are roomies on this planet called earth
But nobody give a fuck. Bitch, wait your turn
So this is like a message: to whom it concerns 
In the end, in a fire, everything will burn
So what (are) you living for?
With one foot out the door?
Everything will burn: Weed, food  n’ new home
So where is you going? And who is you hoe’in?
Ain’t nobody, yet, told ‘em where you go post-mortem
So this is like a message: to whom it concerns
In the end, in a fire, everything will burn.

You know me!
TDmuthafuckin-to-tha-fuckin G!
Ridin’ wit yo bitches and I'm feelin’ free
Rollin’ wit yo homies and they rollin wit me,
Wit me,
Why they rollin wit me?!
Cause I'm the TDmfG!
N’ yo bitchy she be on ma D
She said she never met another quite like me,
Like me, n I'm not!
Me anymore…
I’m not free once I know these things, I said I’m not 
Free anymore…
N’ you can go “Barat-darata-tdara!”x2
But I wont stop what I’m doin’
Until I die…
N’ I won’t stop what I'm doin’
For you, for them, for any-one!


Meditations Of TDmfG


Hey Major!
MAJOR!
N all we do is…
MAJOR!
It got me goin' up!
Down, no I don’t give a??
Fuck now!
N dats y they call me…
Major, Major, Major Rollin down!
MAJOR!
MAJOR!
Major, rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin',
Major rollin', rollin', rollin' paper!

Me and this bitch, mary jane, we be trippin mmhm!
We kindly ask you "Get the fuck up out our kitchen!" mmhm!
We still searching for a way up out the system mmhm!
A way out this prison mmhm!
Our fuckin convinction, the third world edition,
Just trying to stop the big bad wolf from barbequing all my pigeons
Hope Patrick Ewing gon listen,
The Saturdays I make bitches do the dishes
And thank God for all the blessings that my lord gimmie,
O lord I think so finished, I took ma soul and then I took a bottle, put ma soul in it,
And please don’t let me see ma own image, 
I think I'm gone all on ma own cz then im gon get it
And when I do you gon all get it, 
whether you love me or not you know you're gonna roll wit it
Speakin of niggaz thatll roll wit it, 
look in my bag I got some hash I got some grown spinach

Major, Major, Major Rollin down!
MAJOR!
MAJOR!
Major, rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin',
Major rollin', rollin', rollin' paper!

Its so easy for me to be sleazy 
and make you believe me and need me and see me
As the heebee ba-jeebees of the MTV
 and the BET but, between me, see,
 and between you Im'a need me a genie 
to lead me to meaning or reason for breathin 
'cause deep in the deep end in the sea
 theres a breeze and soul… breeze in a soul and a demon
and each of these storms in a muthafuckin season
tellin all informants they better be leavin
call niggaz for back up 'cause you better believe it
yo body is leakin' n yo sister be pleadin'
and aint nobody need it and aint nobody seen it
its just another mess and ain't no body cleanin,
sweet banana pealin' , I'm m-m-major-leaguing
and aint nobody know me, but they will by the weekend,
they call me…
Major,
  I- I- I do it
Major, 
  I- I- I got it
Major Rollin down!
They gon fuckin call me…
MAJOR!
Because it do it…
MAJOR!
Uhuh I got it…
Major, rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin',
Major rollin', rollin', rollin' paper!


Major

Haha, I ain't judgin'?
You know they say a lot of things about me..
Some good, some bad
My question to you is what are you gonna believe, huh?
Ha-ha-ha!
Fuck wit me!

You gotta alotta shit to say! 
Bitch, say it to my face!
They gon learn x3
Ain't your momma told you not to play with
Fire! x 2
You'll get burned x 3
Fuckin' wit me…

I grew up around C-town crazy! 
Ha-ha ha-ha! Southside baby
Southern mouth trouble making,
I don’t give a fuck about ya,
Love me or hate me its…
The TD-mtuahfuckin-SHOW
I need some 26's to get this bitch on the road
N uh…
All my life, all I knew was my own,
I had to bleed to be grown and
Watch the seat on my throne,
So now…
You wanna really know something about me
Fuck what they say, come listen to me
I'll tell ya bout it all day
How it is, how it isn’t x3
How it is, how it isn't, how it isn't
How it ISN'T!
N I can tell ya everything about the city but
you'll keep it on the lo-lo
like a plastic titty!
From the politicians, prostitutes and pusha-men and even all the homos,
Man, fuck them faggot homos!
Read the signs! Is you blind?!
Can u read?! What's my name?
I said the dopest muthafucka since crack cocaine
Who wanna know? 
Soon as I pull up they scratch yo name…uhuh!

You gotta alotta shit to say! 
Bitch, say it to my face!
They gon learn x3
Ain't your momma told you not to play with
Fire! x 2
You'll get burned x 3
Fuckin' wit me

I two step into the scene, "see ya later, alligator", white girls say that when you namless with a stylin'
I don't need no data or no papers to support me when I say that I'm the greatest muthafuckin nigga rhymin'
Who still demonstrate a gift for the language; 
I ain't famous, bitch, but you can make me a sandwich; I'll still eat it.
They act like being famous is an achievement.
I;m more like me being famous is a reason.
Or more like, me being famous is being painless
And last night, me in the basement, you wouldn’t believe it.
She came in wasted, impatient to get naked, 
she pacin' n buzzin, rushin her mistakes n I can taste it,
On her lips, but just didn’t say shit…
I didn't say nuttin, she was drunker than a pirate;
Arrrr-right matie! Get that pussy poppin'
She got the motivation, just lit up her fuckin' face n nigga, wouh!
I know!
Damn, so much for the silent treatment,
Feelin' like the only time that you can Time that you can breath in
 Without repeatin' the words that I be speakin' is life,
I read the signs, Is u blind?
Can you read? Whats my name?
I said the dopest muhafucka since crack cocaine
Who wanna know soon as I pull up they scratch your name,

You gotta alotta shit to say! 
Bitch, say it to my face!
They gon learn x3
Ain't your momma told you not to play with
Fire! x 2
You'll get burned x 3
Fuckin' wit me
TIME!
Its time again
Its time bitches!
Its time again
N whatchu know?! Man you don't know nuthin if it come out ma mouth
You don't know nu'in bout me,
N you don't know nothing about her! Haha!


Intro  Dopest Since CC

I Don’t 
Nah I Don't x 4
Give a fuck about you!
Nah I Don't x2
Wuah! X4
Nah I Don't!
Give a fuck about you 
Give a fuck about her
Give a fuck about us
Give a fuck about trust
I guess I juss' don’t_
I don’t!
Nah I don’t!
I don’t!
N I never gave a fuck,
If I ever gave a fuck,
It would never be enough
‘cause I never got enough 
coming up growin’ up in this cold ass world, Wuah! Wuah! Wuah!
Ay!
Me wanna go somewhere where the stars are shinin’ brighter than ‘em diamonds
On her necklace__
But somebody gon' always steal that necklace
‘cause somebody always gon' be that reckless
around ma-ma-ma ma-mam-ma ma-mam-ma ma city!
So Ma’ mind my mind nah n don’t disrespect it
Cause I don’t know better, n’ you don’t know better
Berretta, Guerretta, im older n’ better
But you want my better,
Ma ma ma ma ma- but you don’t know better,
Cause you don’t know weather,
I don’t!
Its sunny in the moenin’, especially when you watchin,
All the money goin' in, especially when you watchin'
Everybody goin' in n' goin' out n' goin' in and goin' out
N' you ain't got a job. 
Cu' everything that you say I affiliated to the mob 
And everything you do affiliated to the robbing
And everything you do is affiliated to knockin'
I said they'd done knocked my hustle, I said,
I said they'd done knocked my hustle and wow!
It took a lot of Time to figure ,
But for an honest nigga to say "its not my hustle"
N now…
Nah I Don’t x4
And that's why I need a truck of lucky bracelets
Ye, that's why I need a truck of lucky bracelets
Cuz she she said she fucked up, up in the morning
Then she said I got her drunk to get her naked.
And ain't never give  a fuck about luck;
I just went for it x2
That's why I need a truck of muthafuckin' lucky bracelets
Cuz I don't know where I'm goin''
So,
You trying to be a dope rapper?
 Why try?
When all the rappers that you look up to got one-eye
Leaving you sometimes,
Thinkin' they usin' the music,
Confusion is all they producing and 
there ain't no movement to stop it
Brother Ali, Talib Kweli and the options
Are loud but are locked in,
A system, a prison, that’s watching n plottin' and rottin'
The clockwork of ma generation inside Sunny's basement I saw what it takes n…
Put on a shoe, took a breath then I laced it
N swore to death to get back ; what are you facin'?…
Every fuck that was taken'
Nah is a fuck that I'm not giving
A friend of mine told me "tranquilo, T"
 I told him "hold up" n "wait a fuckin' minute"
He said that's "chill in Spanish, that means stop trippin'"
Kill n' vanish 'fore the beat stop kickin'
Couldn't give a fuck,
Couldn't get enough,
Couldn't give enough with a middle up
Muthafucka, what?
N all I know for certain is right and wrong,
I heard it right in recited Quran
I never been the type to bite the palm the fed me,
Just know that I Don't.



I Don't (Prod. By Flawless Tracks)

<INTRO: talking>
…from a muthafuckin mile away,
TD-muhfuckin-tell it, man, 
(why) ‘tha fuck you actin like you ain’t from round here or some shit…
“ghetto”, you know
Ye ye, 
“ghetto flavor”,
 its dat ghetto flavor nigga
“What side?”
“Wussup nigga?”
This joint right here is called ghetto flavor, 
es7a!
<CHORUS>
N they be like, “ Hold up! Young nigga, 
how the fuck you make so much paper?” 
I tell ‘em that I don’t, I just rap when
 I’m able to without a label: that’s major!
I ain’t never understand; never understood, how they get Hollywood!
So many lost souls, weak men and fake bitches: n I’m just guessing:
 all they ever fucking do is cater!
all they ever fucking do is cater!
New house with a brand new elevator, 
metal gates that are laced with a gold lining
And outside it is a statue of you for haters
Ye ye! That’s the Ghetto Flavor
Ghetto Flavor!  Ghetto flavor!
Nigga! Ghetto Flavor!
<VERSE>
Tell me what you willing to be, Tell me how much can you give up
But you shouldn’t listen to me ‘cause if ma words work they will fuck up your shit up
I’m trying to be free;  You trying to be free? Then, just keep your chin up
Feels like I'm dying to breath, like I'm in the sea and don’t know how to swim up!
So what is you willing to be?! 
TDG: doesn’t nothing come for free!
So what is you willing to give for all of the dreams that you got
God-amn!
 Would you pick on the poor? Would you burry your soul?
Question!
Would you side with the sheep? Would you side with the wolf…
That they dressed in?
Would you la lie-lie-lie-lalala-lie till the end of your life
Would you even hesitate for a second, if I told you that your life of deception 
Will end in a mess cause you ain’t got no message and plus all the bitches you live to impress 
they ain’t never even thought about your ass for half a second
 So how the fuck would you assess it? How would you find…
The justification just to stand in your place and have the muhfuckin patience I know you trying
 but…
Somebody, somebody, somebody…
Rollin round in a Benz, hot body, and he got to shawtys n they yellin’
 I got it like gotti, I got it, like gotti, I got it, I got it, like gotti!
So let this be a message to all of the wolves from all of the sheep
I’mma cock-n-kill you rappers and eat you like crackers while I'm on the beat
And each of the factors that you thought about while you fall in defeat
Be the same factors I am laughing about as I'm falling asleep
Two N’s make an M; two V’s make a W.
Or two U’s at the roots; mind-blowing, can I trouble you?!
All the time on ma mind as Time tha truth teller is a rhyme 
As I try to find the clues that are confined in the daily signs of a new era!
A reminder to take your time, and nigga you better!
And the less that you mean in a line is a lesson from God of a true terror
In the ghetto there’s a flavor, a rat, and a news bearer;
And the news bearer is not like a rat as a rat wants some used cheddar
I mean chewed cheddar. You gon ask him when you gon get some paper?!
Inshallah is the new never…

<CHORUS> x2
N they be like, “ Hold up! Young nigga, 
how the fuck you make so much paper?” 
I tell ‘em that I don’t, I just rap when
 I’m able to without a label: that’s major!
I ain’t never understand; never understood, how they get Hollywood!
So many lost souls, weak men and fake bitches: n I’m just guessing:
 all they ever fucking do is cater!
all they ever fucking do is cater!
New house with a brand new elevator, 
metal gates that are laced with a gold lining
And outside it is a statue of you for haters
Ye ye! That’s the Ghetto Flavor
Ghetto Flavor!  Ghetto flavor!
Nigga! Ghetto Flavor! 

Lyrics Video: www.youtube.com/watch?v=9CD0_aeswOo 

Ghetto Flavor


كس امك
امها
اموكو
كلوكو
كس امك
امها
اموكو
كلوكو
كس امك
Is what they got me yelling in the morning
If only I knew
That life is just a hell that you're born in
I wouldn't have ever expected any shit from you
No deception, no, no,
But you came out of the blue,
 and split my shit in two
Now you got me in this room
Yelling out fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Where the fuck did you come from?
Fuck that day that I met you in On the Run
I just wanna tell you that x3
Fuck, I don’t want to say nothing no more and its all  because of 
You x3
I gave you the moon, moon, moon
And that was my fault, aoue, aoue
Cause I let you through, oue, oue
But then again, life is a bitch and everybody know that
And you don't,
Want to fuck 'round wit' that bitch in throwback!
All I want in this life is drop an album and go karat
But I won't allow my muthafuckin' self to be a fuckin' parrot!
If I got the truth then imma share it.
كس امك
امها
اموكو
كلوكو
كس امك
امها
اموكو
كلوكو
كس امك
*skit!*: Natalie Portman meets Hisham El Baltagi
I think of God, every time that I find I'm alone
I think of Cairo, Egypt when I think about my home,
Somebody tell me why they wanna see us buried,
All I did was come in the bitch and spit ma chicken curry,
Ay,
That’s some of the shit that get me sick and worried
In my country, I go to court, there ain't no fuckin' jury,
I hit the bar n flip the bottle tryna piss ma worries
I left ma glasses on ma model nah the picture's blurry
So I tell this bitch to hurry, "baby, get ma chicken curry"
"momma, don’t forget the onions"
"baby, wont you let me worry…about Time"
I…
Wala wala wala…
I…
Wala wala wala
About TIME!
I…
Came all the way from the desert. 
ABOUT TIME!
Desert.
ABOUT TIME!
I came all the way from the desert where the weather says احة!
ABOUT TIME!
ABOUT TIME!
 بيشخر و أدينا بنتدفةwheather
و أدينا بنتدفة
The police still be trippin, ma neice and his chicken
And them sleazy politicians all tied by a
فتلة !
في لفة !
 في بفرة !
في لفة جوا في بفرة
 شرموطة عينها زرقة و بضحكتها لونها صفرة
كل مكالمة ليها شفرة كل سكة ليها وصطة
أي حد يقولك لأ تقول له "لأ تلؤك يسطا
أصلاً إنت مين و أنا مين وإنت فين وأنا فين
مبيننا نهر النيل بطوله و مياه البحرين يا ...
كس امك
امها
اموكو
كلوكو
كس امك
امها
اموكو
كلوكو
كس امك
(laughter)
Natalie: It means you mother's vagina"


Cosomak


Smoke in silence
C.A.I.R.O. Ye'bitch, Ye'bitch
Smoke in silence
C.A.I.R.O. Ye'bitch, Ye'bitch
Smoke in silence
C.A.I.R.O. Ye'bitch, Ye'bitch
Smoke in silence
C.A., C.A.
Ye…
I Don't write a rap check, to no labels or no writers
I got ma raps in a notebook set with papers and dividers
Rollin pyro smoke in cairo spinal testing for survival
Spineless mindless bitches don’t hope to jesus with a bible
Reese's cups and shooting rifles, all my life I live despite you
Lease a fuck while mooning rivals, push two pills up up her coochie
Just to adjust her cycle,
rhyming is ablessing,
though I'm guessin' what's the lesson that’s in question
Smoke in silence
C.A.I.R.O. Ye'bitch, Ye'bitch
Smoke in silence
C.A.I.R.O. Ye'bitch, Ye'bitch
Smoke in silence
C.A.I.R.O. Ye'bitch, Ye'bitch
Smoke in silence
C.A., C.A.

N' rhyming is a blessing, though I'm guessin' 
what's the lesson that’s in question
N' why I'm stressin' when its sets is its depressin'
Whats the message that im sending if ma shows had full attendance?
 I can help them lock them in your prisons or I can show 'em independence,
With a sense of regression!
Met with defensive aggression,
School was mostly detention,
 attention deficit pimpin and hyper disorder folder for behavior correction x2

Smoke in silence
Away, aywa, aywa ba2a
Smoke in silence
Away, aywa, away,away,aywa ! Wuah
Smoke in silence
Away away away,away
Smoke in silence
Away, aywa, away, away

Someone tell my adversaries to learn some vocabulary
It's necessary keepin' up with the legendary not so ordinary
Close to dictionary, fiction fairy, or f-actuary, fact factory missionary,
 Counter submission visionary, even when the stats may vary!
O lord!! Wait! I try not to carry, but,
I feel -feel -feel -feel no dribbling left x2

Smoke in silence
Away, aywa, away, aywa
Smoke in silence
Away, aywa, away, aywa 
Smoke in silence
Away, aywa, away, aywa
Smoke in silence
Away, aywa, away, aywa 



C.A.I.R.O. Ye'Bitch

صباح الخير...
عندى سؤال...

إنتى مين
ولا أنا مين
و أنت مين
ولا أحنا فين
يلا بينا تيهين
سرحنين
سرحنين
نايمين
نايمين
فى العسل و الأقشطة

أوعى يا بودى ترد على الباب
لحسن كلنا نت نت ناك
أوعى يدحك عليك و يقؤلك ماك
متردش على أى رقم أخرة ستات
ثلاث ستات بزات
دة أنا شفت الورك على فخاد
دة البت كانت وجبة كنتاكى وقعتنى على دماغى يا ناس
صدر , ورك
ورك , صدر
أة أقول أية إلا الجناح
ملاك ماشى وستينا
عادى يرمينا فى البحر نرتاح
لبوة لبوة لبوة لبوة
عملة هبلة بس عرفة
كل شىء قضاء قدر
بس القمر مسيرة يبئ هلال
إنتى مين
ولا أنا مين
و أنت مين
ولا أحنا فين
يلا بينا تيهين
سرحنين
سرحنين
نايمين
نايمين
فى العسل و الأقشطة
تب لفين
تب لفين
تبلتين
تبلتين
تب لمين
تب لمين
ابلتين !
سكرنين
سكرنين
فرحنين
خربنين
عملين دماغ عسل و قشطة

كل البيحبونى فى يوم قلولى يا أبنى بتطل
بتطلو زن يمكن يجي علي يوم افكر هاها
قابلت بيتش تنزل دمعة الدنيا تمطر
 فكراني الهالوين وجاءت علي عشان تتنكر
 تيتا قالت لي في الجنة بيأكولو عسل وإشطة
 والقصة لسة مبنلهاش لون قلم فلوماستر
 آه
 ولو مسكوني البلد ألبس الشرطة شورت أصفر
 شرابه طويل وأحمر والبدلة لونها أخضر
وأعمل زي عمرو موسى و بإسم مصر أسكر
وأسيب الشعب يهري حكمي شرطة ولا عسكر
وشي في وش ربعة أقل للشاطر اني أشطر 
هاهاها ....
جنوني ملوش مصدر
 حقوقي بالبلسطر
 يرمونني مع الاسود اركب أسدين وأتمخطر

ولا أنا مين
و أنت مين
ولا أحنا فين
يلا بينا تيهين
سرحنين
سرحنين
نايمين
نايمين
فى العسل و الأقشطة
تب لفين
تب لفين
تبلتين
تبلتين
تب لمين
تب لمين
ابلتين !
سكرنين
سكرنين
فرحنين
خربنين
* "*skit: "El 7ob da te2eel awy ya boody


3asal W Eshta

Yeah,
We gon' show you how to get the cake…
yeah…
get the cake 

you wake up in the morning you put your masks on ‘fore you yawnin’
get to cock a 40, 9er in the morning
put that nine millimeter to your strap
I said you put that nine millimeter to your strap
N go blat blat blat blat
You walk in a window to attack
and ain't no body else on ma side 
damn, what side is that? 
N all these niggaz is pussy…
They wack!
N they don’t know nuttin about me so they talkin out their ass
But I ain't even bothered! No, I ain’t bothered
But if I see em’ on the street then it’s gon' be a problem 
Hit em’ with the left one, the right one, the hook: where it come from?
You don’t know what I’m fighting, yet you ask me where the fuck I learned from?
So hop the picture, until you in the picture 
and you don’t get the picture, until you in the picture
until I'm gangsta with ya…
gangsta with ya…
you wont know…
cause Sunny D my nigga, Uncle Masry my nigga
I got so many my niggaz in the city my nigga
You ain’t gon be my nigga, unlees you G my nigga
And if I need a damn apple, you gon kill trees my nigga
And OT my nigga
Madinet N___ my nigga
Madinet 3 my nigga
I got that D my nigga
And Nadeem my nigga
Tie dye Nadeem my nigga
Live next to me my nigga
And Im ju’ free my nigga
Fuck with police my nigga
Ain’t got tha key my nigga
This ain’t my car my nigga
Search all you want my nigga
Fuck with police my nigga
This ain’t my key my nigga
Search all you want my nigga
Suck my wee-wee my nigga
Still a political activist with this rap shit
Getting back with it and I don’t know better 
You should’ve known, you should’ve known 
Staring at me from my kicks to my sweater 

I’m gangsta, I’m gangsta, I’m gangsta, fuck with me
I’m gangsta, I’m gangsta, I’m gangsta, fuck with me
I’m gangsta, I’m gangsta, I’m gangsta, fuck with me
I’m gangsta, I’m gangsta, I’m gangsta, fuck with me
Who you fuckin’ wit, Na na na
Who you fuckin’ wit, Na na na
Who you fuckin’ wit, Na na na
Bitch I am fuckin’ gangsta
Bitch I am fuckin’ gangsta

I’m gangsta, I’m gangsta, I’m gangsta, fuck with me
I’m gangsta, I’m gangsta, I’m gangsta, fuck with me
I’m gangsta, I’m gangsta, I’m gangsta, fuck with me
I’m gangsta, I’m gangsta, I’m gangsta, fuck with me
Who you fuckin’ wit, Na na na
Who you fuckin’ wit, Na na na
Who you fuckin’ wit, Na na na
Bitch I am fuckin’ gangsta
Bitch I am fuckin’ gangsta

Gangsta

Meery (البعبع) by TIME

Process by TIME

بيتش يمين بيتش شمال تسأل مش مش
يا مش مش هتفضة امتى يا مش مش؟
كدب عليها قال لها كريسمس بس المشكلة إن مش مش عمرو مفكر إن البتشز
في كريسمس ديماً بيزيدو
وكدة الكدبة تلف و تدور تدور عليه وتجيبو وتعلقه من بذبيزه 
بس ميشو صاحب مش مش قاله عيب يا أبو البرنسز
يتأل الكلب بس بس القطة قلنا بسبس
لية!؟
هية مصر مش مشية بالديمقراطية ؟
أنا ممكن أكون مجنون بس حقيقة القضية
إن أي مصري بص في عنين مصرية قالها *بوسة*
قالت له هي هي! هتخليني أواع البنبونية
طب ما هية مشية كوسة أومال ليه مصعبنهة
عشان الشفافية للبتشيز ديه حاجة مطلقنها
إسمع مني يا مش مش أنا هدلك يا صاحبي 
مش أنا إسمي ميشو و كل البتشيز تعرفني
حكمك يا قاهرة! حي!


بيتش يمين بيتش شمال تسأل مش مش
يا مش مش هتفضة امتى يا مش مش؟
بس من ساعة ما مش مش سمع ميشو
وهو مطلخبت موللا مش عارف يسوق كورولامش عرف يقول لموزة
إنت مين؟
مش عارف يقول زوزا إن شاكله بقى زي إلقلة
لم قالت له إن هية جية تزوره جوا اوروبا أم قال لها أنا مش في أوروبا بجد
 أنا بجد في مصر
قالت له أف...وبقى شاكل كلت
قالت له أنا جية حالاً اوعى طلائي شباك وتنط
أفل إلسكة و فايير بوب وأخد شوط
بص في المراية لأ نفسه كلب روت
يادي إلرخص...
واخرة إلحكاية إن مش مش لبس وش مع زوزا وميشو نايم
يلبس إلحمار وهو ماشي مع إلبهايم اه يا حكم إلقاهرة
ذي إلورد فالجناين...
حكمك يا قاهرة!

7ekamik Ya Qahira by TIME

إحساس ثاني لما الشمس تبتسم في وشك 
والوردة تبتسم في وشي
أنا عوز أقول حاجة وحدة هي ولا لسة
هي ليه بتاخد كتييير
حاول نت السور ، حاول نط السور.
 نط السور!
الحر ما يعيش مكسور
عيش مكسور، هينط السور...هينط السور دلوقتي
هينط السور وهيهرب!
هينط السور....هينط السور!

أنا جبتلكم النهاردة الزميل....قولهم!

مين الخانو - و
من بينهم عياله و
اه بيصرف بماله و
مم- شادد لذاله اه
 سر التقاتل إيه
سر التكذرات،
الكل بيقاتل والكل بيناشط 
الكل بيناضل... ياح
مسافر عالطريق
في الي شايل نفسه وفي النفسه شيلة كل شيء
أصل الطريق من غير صديق قالو زي اللحمة
وفالنهاية قالو الامر بالبوفتيك، لم تكون لوحدك...
 مفيش حد بيندهلك من صحابك أو من أهلك
أظن نسيو شكلك من سنين فاتت طويلة
كانت على قلب أمك ثقيلة انك تكون من السهيرة البدرجية
أو جندي مية و واح_ !
بنحارب
بنكارك
ومين الفاضل اه
 عصابات بتعلم لغات
لجيل اتعلم ومات
طب مين الخانو
ومنهم عياله


إحساس ثاني لما الشمس تبتسم في وشك 
والوردة تبتسم في وشي
أنا عوز أقول حاجة وحدة هي ولا لسة
هي ليه بتاخد كتييير
حاول نت السور ، حاول نط السور.
 نط السور!
الحر ما يعيش مكسور
عيش مكسور، هينط السور...هينط السور دلوقتي
هينط السور وهيهرب!
هينط السور....هينط السور!

Not El Soor ft. Big Mass    تي- نط الســــــور -

Falafel On a Waffle 2

Fee Serri A7san

Ga3an

In the second verse I dish out the following words and then assemble them together...watch:

 LIFE, PAIN, LOVE, SEX, WIFE, JOB, MONEY.

Life is an effect, 
from the day you're born till the day of your death,
let's talk about...Pain! and "nothing was the same"
afterall, what remains is a whole lotta pain in love:
the drug from up above! money money money
it can buy a lotta stuff but yo, WIFE!
can fuck up yo life, who gon watch yo back in this cairo city life??
im talkin about that 9AM...

Welcome to Cairo City

Konafa Bel Manga - كنافة بالمانجا

El Waqt Kal Sayffe

Just because…
I be a Rapper!
That don’t mean nothing at all,
But just because…
I be a rapper…
It shouldn’t mean nothing at all…

Now i can see you sizing me down,
look at me now,
straight from the bottom, you never believed in how i get down,
Im tryna tell you something them numbers are looking around,
and now,
I’m pound for pound the most pimpin’ around
bitches, they loving’ my style,
but i let them pussies meow,
bet you got you pen and pad in yo hand
tryna figure me out
which numbers to chose,
which numbers to dial,
everytime i see my phone ringing,
i turn around and smile…
‘cause i been around for ever since i was youngin’ and i know nothing but the pain, oh lord!
Away from pain, away from misery all i no is the sympathy, you got nothing for me and i don’t
but just because i be a rapper,
you wanna misjudge me different,
misjudge me different now,
got a lot to share a s a matter of fact-uh!
but you got’ turn around, so, lemme tell ya I…!

I Be A Rapper Ft. Moos

There’s so many bitches in this club I might just fall in love with you
You might just wake up early in the morning find me rollin’ next to you,
Next to you…

O and I was hummin,
I want a bitch with titties so big that it slap her face when she jump to my song,
Jump to my song… (like “YEAH!”)

Cause mostly Im tired of the runnin’ 
Tired of bumpin’ two tears on my left cheek,
Yelling that’s not funny,
Yelling fuck yo money,
This a bargain/a target above yo gunnin’,

I don’t need no xylophone
All I really need is some time alone
All I really need’s this energy to vibe along
All I really need is stupidity in the vicinity and ill be riding home, yo!

Cairo cries at night when it pours 
I’d do a thang for you, you’d do a thang for me
Cairo cries at night when it pours,
that bass, that bass,
I know you saying the same to my face
N if I go to court debating my case
Will u be happy to see me; my hands to my waist
Taking my place, bitch im home,
Look at my lawyer, poured her patron,
And then it came on, it made her jump up,
N when she jumped up, I called it dumb luck..

Her titties hit her face, man!...

And I took her home…
*motor* YEAH!

Cause, her titties hit her face man! 
What more do you need?

Yeah! And now im sippin n drivin, 
drivin the Lincoln like I wasn’t when I was caught:
I’m a man out my mind!
And in time,
They gon’ know the meaning and definition of time,
They gon’ know the meaning and definition of grind, 
24/7 till um gunna, one day, shine,

ayeeaye…and then I looked at my pretty baby
told her don’t you ever mistake me,
for a pussy boy that aint bout to get paid, babe,
Umma get ma money cz um out ma mind,
yes I am
cause um out ma mind
And they gon keep on talkin shit
Till they out of time x2
N umma get ma mind, ma mind
Mam mind and aint nuthin else
Cz um in ma shine ma shine
Pockets getting bigger think I need a new belt
Cz um on ma gorilla grind!
Gorilla GRIND!
Gorilla grindin!
And shouts out to time! 
TIME!
Foe perfect timing…

Gorilla Grindin'

Neopimpin'

Cairosidic - كايروسيديك

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bRIMmAQxu0o

لما القرد يتكلم بلساني. شوف مين في الأدغال يتحدي إخواتي. إيدك فوق، مش عاوز أسمعلك صوت. إثبت يا معلم النهاردة القرد إتكلم و قال؛

قنابل، مسدسات و القرد بيتكلم. رسالة للباشا و التتر لسة بيتحمل. يبص في الساعة يشوف إن وقتة بيتقدم لو يرجع لباب بيتنا للحظة يشوف طة بيتيتم. أنا و أخويا ماليش غيرة جوة الدنيا دية. ظلم أبونا واحد، أسمة................ خلاني قرد من فصيلة فريدة برية. في سرك اللصوص مع الأسود الشرانية النية

لما القرد يتكلم بلساني. شوف مين في الأدغال يتحدي إخواتي. إيدك فوق، مش عاوز أسمعلك صوت. إثبت يا معلم النهاردة القرد إتكلم و قال؛

أخوية طة طيب جدآ بس أنا الهعلمكم الأدب. يمكن يوم تكون نسيت، بس أنا هفكرك بالسبب. طة و رشاد تاكل رصاص لما تسمع الصوت. قرد بيتكلم وش مش عاوز حاجة غير موز. كلة واقف جنب واحد، أنا أنت و أنت عارف. كونك للجريمة كاشف. مش معناها حاجة، أنت جوة الغابة، أنا أجنن القرود و الهروب إستحالة

لما القرد يتكلم بلساني. شوف مين في الأدغال يتحدي إخواتي. إيدك فوق، مش عاوز أسمعلك صوت. إثبت يا معلم النهاردة القرد إتكلم و قال؛

القرد بيتكلم. إسمع و إتعلم. فكر و إتشقلب إن دكر سوق مركب عشان تجيلي لازم تتنازل عن رجالتك و تجاوب إن سألتك، دية الطريقة الوحيدة التضمنلك سلامتك. دية الطريقة الوحيدة التضمن بيها خالتك. و دية الطريقة الوحيدة الهضمن بيها والدك. إوعي تعمل حاجة يا رشاد نروح فيها. يا عم روق دمك دمي   و الفي قلبي هو في قلبك لأ

لما القرد يتكلم بلساني. شوف مين في الأدغال يتحدي إخواتي. إيدك فوق، مش عاوز أسمعلك صوت. إثبت يا معلم النهاردة القرد إتكلم و قال؛

بس القرد بيتعلم. أصبح يتكلم. يا ألمظك. تبات في عشة مبلم

El Erd Byetkalem - القرد بيتكلم (Prod. by FredWreck)

Tramadol City - مدينة الترامادول

Uniting the DMV's PHARAOHGAMO N Dubai's long time stylist: JMO

 all leading up to FW3 ..
TIME gives you...Pussy So Fatal!

Pussy So Fatal Ft. JMO, Pharaohgamo

This song discusses the recent news discussion for a trending voicenote of an Egyptian dad defending his little boy's sexual harrasment of a little girl in kindergarden.  Parents on each side went at it and what resulted was the induction of the proverb: إل عنده معزة لازم  يربطها

Production and Feature by Benzo.

FW3 droppin end of Ramadan!

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