Not Like Us

Sigaraye Tah Ghermez 
HeroSina x Poobon x Hoodadk4

Produced by : Poobon

Recording engineer : Xwhisky 
Artwork: Rasool Abbasi, Emad Barazande
Visual Manager: Rasool Abbasi
Video & Motion: Ifredii 
Marketing: Mahdi Faraji, Amirali Naderi, Reza Parastesh 
Distribution: Sajjad Sahifi
Executive producer: Rap Star
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Now Available on:
Spotify, YouTube, SoundCloud, Apple Music and RadioJavan


بودی حبس تو سینم مثل 
این سیگارای ته قرمز
بمون تا تهش و
بری میشه تلخ قصه
دیگه طاقتشو ندارم
میدونی دردشو

دیگه استرس نمیده ایز تایپینگت
مثل چشات دلت ‌تاریکه
فاز فابریک بودی خواستی پاپلیک شه
هرچی ساختیم شد تهش تاکسیک‌ بیب

نیستنت شد روتین
تموم شد همه چی به همین زودی
رفتارات شد مودی
دستام تنهایی میره جیب هودیم
 

شدی ازم مثه سایه رد
قلبمو پیش خودت تاخت زدم با یه سنگ
تو ام اگه جایی رفتی بگا 
هیروت نیست دیگه بیاد پیشت با یه زنگ 


نمیکنم دیگه شبا بت فکر 
نمیخوام بیاد حتی اسمت
رسیدیم با هم ته قصه
 فهمیدم دوست داشتنت ته فیکه


گاهی وقتا یادت بیاد حرفم
وقتی مست بودی کی بات حرف زد
رفیقام میگن بگیر چپ
همه این دردُ و اشکا  ازت میسازن مرد

شدی از توی قلبم فید
دیگه نیا سمتم هی
خاطره هارو نکن حبسش بیب
سنگینه مثل یه نخ ته قرمز

بودی حبس تو سینم مثل 
این سیگارای ته قرمز
بمون تا تهش و
بری میشه تلخ قصه
دیگه طاقتشو ندارم
میدونی دردشو

دو تا دستام رو دنده هاتن
من دنده خور دنده هاتم
کی جز تو بقیه رو قتل عام کرد
واسه اونا زهری واسه من یه پادزهر

یه فرشته بی بال میخوام
تا من اینجام تراپیست میخوای چیکار
کی بات بگیرم یه کام سیگار
این واسه خودته، وصل شو به پارتی باکس

وفادارای مهمه اما کجاست عشق
من هیپ هاپ هد تو راک اند رول و راک هد
اما شریک جرممی، اتاق فکر
ولی دوس ندارم کنم مدام چکت

نبین اگه صفحه چت آن تایم نمیام
دورم آفتابی باش، سان شاین زیاد
مای لاو زدم تو وان بات تکیلا
مختم زدم، پیک آپ لاین نمیخوام

حتی اگه یه روز شد یه بار کات
حتی اگه عشق دستت دراگ داد
حتی اگه عمر کوتاست مث کراپ تاپ
رو عکسامون نبندی کراپ سایز


ایر فورسو تو بردار، ایر جردنو من
عمق خاطرات سیو کن منو پس
اصن از هیچی خبر ندارم
چون آیندم یه فیلم اسپویل نشدس


بودی حبس تو سینم مثل 
این سیگارای ته قرمز
بمون تا تهش و
بری میشه تلخ قصه
دیگه طاقتشو ندارم
میدونی دردشو

Sigaraye Tah Ghermez

Timeless

Timeless (Remix) [feat. Playboi Carti]

The unplugged version of Blood In My Ledger strips the fury down to flesh and bone—haunted acoustics, gospel echoes, and confessions carved in dusk. Cindered Heart delivers raw vampiric truth, turning scars into rhythm and silence into law. Undead never sounded this alive.

Lyrics

I was down to my last breath
Said goodbye in my own head
Gun cold in my palm, mouth dry from the psalms
Then she came from the edge of the dread
And I bled
Now… heh… I'm undead

Used to walk through the rain with a rage in my chest
Pain was a blade, now it stay in my vest
Stained every name that I gave when I pressed
Now I prey with the fangs, I don’t beg for the rest
Back then, I was broke, now I’m cold with a code
Lost soul, but I roll with a cloak in the mold
Taught wrong, but I learned how to fold what they sold
Now I hold every death like a debt I still owe

I was ready for the rope
Ready for the ledge
Ready for the end
Then she bled on my pledge
Whispered in Latin with venom and flame
Said, “You don’t die here. You change the game.”

Ahhhhhh

They said I was finished, a ghost in the mirror
Now I’m sipping on dusk with the devil as dinner
I buried my name, then I rose through the dirt
Put my past in a verse and my guilt in a hearse
Every sin on my skin now a mark of the clan
Vamp heart pumpin’ with the Glock in my hand
From the bottom, I bled it—no faith, no favor
But the streets call me class and the fangs call me savior

Blood in my ledger, soul in the flame
Came from the gutter, now ghostin’ the game
Countin’ the scars, can’t pronounce all the pain
But I rhyme like a reaper with a crown and a chain
Dark with the drip, I maneuver with might
Was a shadow, now sharper than rumors at night
No savior, no son, just a sentence with bite
Now I rap like revenge in a suit that’s tight

Yeah, I lost it all—but I made it mean
Now I chop through the bars like a guillotine
They preach love, but I preach law
And I bite every beat with a loaded jaw

You think you’ve fallen too far?
Try waking up undead
Try hearing your own heartbeat
From someone else’s chest instead

Taught by the night, Death was murder in heels
Had class in the trap, made the burden appeal
She said “Power’s a pact, not a sermon you kneel”
Now I stack with the tact of a serpent with steel

Fast forward, I'm calm in the chaos
Graves in my wake, but I’m made for the lay up
Glass in my gut from the paths that I paid off
But I talk in the code that the angels stay off

Used to dream of peace—nah, dream got taxed
Now I build on the bones that the silence cracks
With a click in my throat and a flash in my step
I don’t need respect—who does when there’s nothin left

Lost it all in a wrecked apartment
Bottle of meds and a loaded compartment
Mirror cracked from the hand I slammed
Blood on the wall like a vamp in Garland

Heart on halt, brain on static
Fate got flipped in a page that’s manic
Came through fangs with a name so tragic
Taught me slang, like a joker in traffic

Now I’m back with a blueprint—barbaric
Fangs in the game like the tooth been cleric
Truth been buried
Mood been peril
Blood in my ledger I baptize beats in a booth that’s feral

I was down to my last breath
No prayers left, just silence and death
Gun cold in my palm, no tears left to shed
Mouth dry from the psalms I forgot I had read

She came from the edge of the dread
Red lips, black veil, no words were said
Touched my chest like a cross gone dead
Then smiled... and fed

I bled
And I ain't been me since

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