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| Too Phat Miscellaneous Alhamdulillah Chorus Ult li albi bissaraha (I'm opening up my heart with honesty) Hayya nab'idil karaha (Lets avoid the hated and hatred) Syakkireena a' kulli ni'ma (Let's remain thankful with what we have) Ba' ideena anil fattana (Let's avoid all lies and sins) Verse 1 I feel the heat From these 4 candles burning As I'm staring out the window In solitude I look at life From different angles Thoughts strangled My mind is suffocatin' In this truth quest A greed law That we abide by is ruthless Enough will never satisfy Until we toothless Filthy millionaires Are gamblin' until they muflis A sad fact of life But mankind approved this I gotta call Him Sajadah is where the booth is I'll make it clear that I ain't even tryin' to preach here By sharing thoughts I hope To find a little peace here I thank Allah for blessing me To be creative So here's a diss for me For bein' unappreciative Wanted a perfect life Yeah smile then die old Fame, money, women Phat cribos and white gold Drive my own Beemer Before I hit two six A straight pink bitin' toothpicks Who walk around town wit' two chicks And doin' new hits to woo tricks.... Now that's wrong Pleasure from partyin' And bull ish don't last long A lotta yuppies sneakin' Cars out when dad's gone Crackin' bottles in clubs Frontin' designer fashion But I ain't about To trade happiness for a Jag So stop smilin' with your ragtop down Cause for a fact I don't care about your money Or how slick your car 'Cause no matter how rich and big you are It's still Allahuakbar... Chorus Ult li albi bissaraha (I'm opening up my heart with honesty) Hayya nab'idil karaha (Lets avoid the hated and hatred) Syakkireena a' kulli ni'ma (Let's remain thankful with what we have) Ba' ideena anil fattana (Let's avoid all lies and sins) Verse 2 I know that all this Ain't the right thing Partying, chasing moneys And material things Flying high Think nobody gonna Clip my wings I'm lying to myself Knowing that I've been neglecting Responsibilities As a healthy Muslim Riches and loot Ain't nothing We frontin' Diamonds and scrilla But forget to say Alhamdulillah Made my album a killer Plan B Now 2-3 droppin' And I wish to Ask for forgiveness Your guidance Protection and strength For humbleness and faith To make me a better man Success in foreign lands Never dreamt of that I remember being 18 When we started Too Phat Now let's go back Three years before that Sometimes I forget Me and my parents Took a trip with granddad I remember '95 While performing Umrah Made my wish in Mecca Right in front the Kaabah Dear God You made it possible When facing obstacles Please let me do good Before I pass on In the hospital And keep reciting The Testimony of Faith And find the right way Out of this life's maze Chorus Ult li albi bissaraha (I'm opening up my heart with honesty) Hayya nab'idil karaha (Lets avoid the hated and hatred) Syakkireena a' kulli ni'ma (Let's remain thankful with what we have) Ba' ideena anil fattana (Let's avoid all lies and sins) Verse 3 Ay yo Two candles go out That's when I feel the wind blow I haven't met Fatim For two years Been livin' like I'm single Evaluatin' all the friendships Relationship The reason it's the tenth year Is 'cause she's a patient chick And as far as friends are concerned Many I've had it all From those who cried for my pain To those who plotted my fall I learned to differentiate Fakes from the great Mates from the snakes Apes wanna beef Hate's all it takes For me to blow A diss song for you Not even worthy As an album filler So now it's smiles And Alhamdulillah Yeah, love me Or hate me This who I am Look at the past at times I wish that I was born again So I can rectify mistakes And my wrong doings Attempts on minimizing my sins Before my story ends I ain't no Eddie Murphy Tryin' to sound as a holy man But if I tried to be a better person Now I prolly can (Wait...) Who am I to advise you I ain't been the best Of God's slaves Just a poet writin' What my thought says A little house A little car A little sweet girl Thank you Lord I'll try to slow it down On the cheap thrills This song will prolly stir A little controversy At least I ain't be rappin' Bout the stuff As tho' I'm born in Jersey Stage name is Malique And lost name is Cairel Mama told me Stop complaining too much, So I will... Chorus Ult li albi bissaraha (I'm opening up my heart with honesty) Hayya nab'idil karaha (Lets avoid the hated and hatred) Syakkireena a' kulli ni'ma (Let's remain thankful with what we have) Ba' ideena anil fattana (Let's avoid all lies and sins) |
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