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Da Pharoz
its not juss any other hip hop band
we r not fake, n we r real straight,
if we dont carry guns we say nuthin abt carrying guns in our songs,
we r indians n proud to be one, so no fake accent is used while singing,
music is inspired but not bitten fo sure.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,064
Peak in subgenre #571
Author
Lyirics-Zahir, singer-zahir, mixing- dj Suresh
Uploaded
April 15, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.0 MB • 128 kbps • 4:19
Lyrics
LYRICS
INTRO
daymn!
where am i?
who r u?
angel ov death
*haha*
my life
itz all fuked up mayn
dere ain no ressurrection
n dere aint no heaven
*haha*
VERSE 1:RAW RHYMER
raised az a teen at karachi buh waz born at jersey
ma name meanz merciful buh am devoid ov mercy
since birth waz attracted by bluntz n ice
parentz did deir utmost ta raise me right
neva prayed 5 dayz a day xcept fo once or twice
ultimate vice,god i feel gulity ta re-call ma life
dope waz sumthing dat i admired in diz globe
coke made me grip da rope n rise ma hopez
in 1988 started ma jouney full ov sinz
azeem left fo statez i neva meet him since
shed tearz lemme re-call doze dayz again
never knew i wont ever get ta see hiz face again
actz all satanic sinz to da highest level
god label me az a penal cuz i worshiped da devil
ma life waz complicated jus lyke a fukin riddle
waz blessed wid a heart totally hard n brittle
countin ma last breathz az i see da angel ov death
lord plz forgive me fo da life dat i lead
ma lifez a mess full ov regretz
spark a cigrette,blessed,naw let me rest
VERSE 2: ZAHIR
me was born in mumbai/ city dat neva sleeps//
donno about da city/ but i keep countin sheeps//
not a wink i sleep/ wid all da teror in ma eye//
thinkin about ma sinz half ma lyf has paased me by//
not a day i live/ every second i die//
playing wid ma counsious ma soul compromise//
dis body of mine is juss a sack of meat//
curruptd wid alcohol n nirvana weeds//
ama stale plant born from rotten weed seeds//
now ama livin on em n its all dat i need//
its all dat i feed on to live on ma death//
ama thinkin nuthin juss ignoring da fact//
dat in d end ders a garanteed disaster//
i know where ama headin in ma life hereafter//
da mo i live like dis// da mo i hear da laughter//
devil laughin while ama betrayin ma master//
VERSE 3: RAW RHYMER
i cant remember shyt may be it waz december twenty fifth
god sent me a gift full ov multiple hitz
took two in da chest blocked two wid da fist
19 yearz ov misery disappearz in da mist
tried ta reach fo ma glock buh i guess it waz too late
i guess raw rhymer dead waz da msg ta be conveyed
suffocataion,am hesitatin ta breathe
ma blood formz a reservoir az i continue to bleed
i told ma hommiez i wud die fo da DR KLAN
i left da world mayn naw luk here am
bam bam waz da sound dat revived in ma brain
no need ta inject new blood in ma veinz
plz god lemme go bak in tyme
i gotta correct ma deedz due ta lack ov tyme
da tyme haz cum i see da angel ov death
he said taste hell fo da miserable life dat u lead
OUTRO
WAKE DA FUK UP
V ALL GOIN TA HAIL x3
WAKE DA FUK UP DAWG
yeah brodaz
letz put our handz togetha
ima get down on ma kneez n beg fo apologiez
i swear mayn
i swear!
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