verse one:
I break boundaries like jawbones in barfight
make rhymes like these 'n call 'em the raw type
my ballpoint is like a sunbeam in dark night
poetry's da best tranquilizer for a hard life
the older my age, the deeper my frase
the more unique are the ways I'm statin my case
feelin the fase to come in my life
I try to embrace the future with a smile on my face
but at the same time, a serious frown
cos uncertain is the unseen and days that remain
might contain unbearable burdens for the brain
but my mind is fit
my spirit clean, my wit is keen, I don't dream
of a time-machine to beam me further
rather observe the world, learn 'n search the verbs
that makes ya say: Damn, touché!
chorus: me and my North-Africanos is unstoppable
everybody gettin jealous cos we start clockin dough
microphone checkin ace duece, what it is
get the money, get the juice, take care of ya bizz
verse two:
keep ya eyes dry as the desert
I can see clearly now, mentaly change skin like a lizard
desert town 'n turn to an oasis
of words 'n sounds, excursion of an escapist
let my right hand dance the tango, dance the salsa
dance the merengue with a stylo
I'm on a plateau where very few go
on a par with Claus Hugo, rappers play in my shadow
for ever clever thoughts sharp as claws
to snatch all the cash 'n a couple a chateaus at the seashore
never retire so I can be more
than just a flame in the fire
well aware twenty-five explode 'n explore
but nobody wanna open the door
so I just take care of myself
no business like showbusiness I want it all
and never fall, never
chorus (1xà
verse three:
not quit the type to sit back 'n smoke
reality bites but I bit back 'n broke
barriers of pain, new ground, beats 'n jawbones
only a handfull a domes can grip my raw poems
I don't change when I write
fakers get slayed like beasts
throw flavors on mics, Medeteranean type
countin sheep soon cash, shapin raps that's dangerous like
strangers in the night
sons of immigrants is allways in for breakin a face in a fight
but when I stay home I see my brains grow
seeds of poetrees releave the ceasless pain in my life
believe this rhyme equals recreation of feelings
dreams of Arabian Nights leave me sleepless
