I find it hard that the place where I burn
Is supposed to be what I call my own turf
As if homophobes would've had the nerve
To swerve culture and take over the streets of Kreuzberg
The damage caused by our loss of words
Is hopefully more than on my own terms
The wrong turns could kill the fur
And stir up Pisces, turn birds into graffiti

Our species always seek to defy abnormalities
That define the genes for our future families
Too shy to cry for the harsh truth of reality
When modern battle cries still result in casualties
There's no room for desperate screams for peace
Since we're silenced for a reason dumber than people
Blaiming the police as if they're sold by the piece
Instead of filling our mouths with Easy Cheese


Bigger than every size, still licking my pieces while
Looking for my own style in the mainstream nile aisle
The only difference between our lyrical smithering
Is that in the end of the tunnel, you look for the green mile
Pretty lean now; a rap style of black bile
Killing all humorous duplicates of my attire
Reached the goal of feeling this goddamn admired
Would never live a life rewired after these shots of fire

Directed to the poor ones who'll never inspire
The big guys - liar liars, the white friars
Sorting the hens and roosters, they were born to expire
And I goddamn hate to still explain what I aspire
An effin' genie like me would never doubt my fire
Invading Stockholm in a bicycle named Desire
Classing hipsters, I would class myself higher
High enough to at least try to be that damn skydiver


Hiphop of Stockholm was never alive
The stranded polar bears never expected these lines
There's no stopping me going Guy Montag
You get a revived scene if you buy a bottled Shayan
As if nothing could be added to these countries of grime
2014, suits still accept money for wartime
Big guys now against people of mine, already crossed the line
To use nonhumans to kill humans of sunshines

Indifferent species, aren't we? some dark, some fair
If you see hair, you see different colors of sea hare
The only problem I've had with being called an arab
Is that I haven't had the chance to explain how I don't care
And I beg to fucking differ the pigs about my pigment
But I'm goddamn indifferent about being different
Watch out for the commitment of the daft and ignorant
Accept the non-accepting, people will crush you in an instant


White shells in their ears, its the fear that sells
Called to quell the cheers, and steer the wealth
Shear the hedges of the cartels, a savage from hell
Still alive and well, still screaming for rap health
And people compelling me to keep track on the spells
The same spells being witnesses when the rap game fell
The same spells that mysteriously disappeared with JFK
With MLK, O McKay and the KKK

With the complaints at stake, be safe as a Munich plane
Trying to take off with two bosses who crush the color sprays
The duchess with crocodile tears and her crutches aren't fake
Bosses with a daytime job to rob cops for a quick change
They hook Kens on the barb only for the sake
Of smearing those with luck, bankrupt those without brakes
Hate to say that you're fucked, a ruck of schmucks without what it takes
To learn Swedish in two days in our 10 year social maze