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- بره بلا مطرود - ( MALFALAHI🔥 )

‎⁨ريمكس مطنش ولا يمه| Dj wsnz Remix⁩.m4a

‎خاينه وماتنصفي

راشد الماجد - وش جاه - ريمكس 🕺🏻

🥲‎⁨ ماريد كل شي⁩

سته ثمانيه + جنه صارت !

قنبلة

ريمكس بوم قنبله DjER💯

74 Original | مسحور

[Intro Chorus]
Lights on—come inside.
Warm hands—open wide.
Make room—save a life.
Love leads—we align.

[Verse 1]
Woe to the mint-weighers, widow-weighted ledgers,
Marble foyers, fog machines—faith staged for investors.
Blessings bled to branding, famine fed to metrics,
Statues in the narthex, hearts cold—pathetic.
You stack barns higher, hire guards for the granary,
Gate codes glow while the graveyard’s clamoring.
Camel at the keyhole, wallets won’t flatten—
You widen every phylactery, deny what matters.
You preach “order,” hoard it, border every kitchen,
While Lazarus at the latch hears laughter and derision.
Your gospel’s a gasket—pressure seals your privilege;
Ours breaks open baskets—pressure feeds the village.
You tithe dill and mint, but justice—absent,
You pass the broken by—then post a caption.
Tables about to topple—brace for splinters,
He’s not impressed by donors or winter centers.

[Chorus 2]
Give what you have.
Fill every hand.
Stay with the sad.
Stand where they stand.

[Verse 2]
Prophet mode: molten gold molds your catechism,
You kiss the idol’s ankle—call it “patriotism.”
Algorithm altar—anger pumped and monetized,
Sermons sold wholesale, mercy itemized.
You call it “sound doctrine”; I call it soundproofing,
So you can’t hear the sirens or the stomachs moving.
Beatitudes? You muted ‘em, substituted “might,”
But meek ones get the earth—watch the title write.
We ain’t your culture war corps or décor;
We’re floor crews—mop blues, stock drawers, open doors.
We pour broth in a blackout, pass coats in a whiteout,
Pay light bills quiet—pull fear’s fangs right out.
If faith won’t free, it’s theater in a suit,
If love won’t bleed, it’s weeds around the root.
Repent: return the surplus you siphoned from the poor,
Repair: restore the sabbath you sold inside your store.

[Chorus 2]
Give what you have.
Fill every hand.
Stay with the sad.
Stand where they stand.

[Verse 3]
Whitewashed tombs—perfumed debt on a dead face,
You polish goblets, swallow camels—dead faith.
Sheep and goats division isn’t votes or slogans,
It’s coats on shoulders, wounds bound, doors open.
You name “revival”—we name receipts,
Heat in the vents, rice in the streets.
You stage “awakening”—we stay and awaken
Mothers with a mattress, brothers with a haven.
If Caesar needs worship, we answer with shelter;
If Mammon needs worship, we answer with welter—
Of casseroles, cables, chargers, chairs,
A ledger of love; your balance compares.
Final call: drop the bullion, lift the broken,
Trade your brand for a basin, let the vow be spoken.

[Chorus]
Lights on—come inside.
Warm hands—open wide.
Make room—save a life.
Love leads—we align.

[Bridge]
Woe to the grasping—release what you hold.
Blessed the giving—return what you stole.
Justice is bread—divide it, behold.
Mercy is fire—come in from the cold.

[Chorus]
Lights on—come inside.
Warm hands—open wide.
Make room—save a life.
Love leads—we align.

[Chorus]
Lights on—come inside.
Warm hands—open wide.
Make room—save a life.
Love leads—we align.

Prophet Mode

شمس اطق اصبع ريمكس (DJ 6M Remix)

المارد الشعري محمد ابن الذيب

Mix | راشد المَـاجد

‎⁨نصرت البدر- لوك لوك  ⁩

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