2020.12.08.
Me, I Loved You, and You Hurt Me
Back-stabbing, hurt, overreaching misery—a world where nothing is ever rightKicked around, your will broken, playing at dice with people who'd sell you out
A road that'll spook ya, a world that'll mess ya up—get your mood all out of whack
All I want is to find just one person left in this world, can be counted on
El-Ilwaya is a wicked joint: real champs all up in there
And El-Abbari, that's where I'm from, and let me tell you: you better not act tough, 'cuz we gonna trace you down
A holler to everybody that's alright—to the best homies a fella could ask for
It was from Dakhila that we first waged this war! Bear witness, O Genre!
We're all set to meet up with you at any public square