03- Blame The Label (Ghida Fakhry)

Blame The Label (Ghida Fakhry)
(Y.Alsalman, N.Al-Rufaie)
Produced by Sandhill (@Sandhillmusic)
Written by The Narcicyst (@TheNarcicyst)
Recorded at Doctor Dinar's Dungeon
Mixed at Pop Dukes
Mastered at SoundStuck Studios, Dubai (@SoundStruckDXB)
Published by The Medium/ Write or Wrong Publishing 2012

Chorus:
We are Coming, For Your Money
I doubt you could stop us now, we came to seize The Earth
Sick and Tired, Un-inspired,
This game is killing me, it's filling me with dreams deferred..

Verse 1:
I got sick of the gat clapping and back packing
Handclaps when I rapped of Iraq on a track- blacking out
I'm Waking up in half an hour, Shaking up your vapid power
Peoples hearts are half in doubt- acting sour
Planes started smacking towers (Owwww)
Eagle to an Owl, Malcolm to Louis
You funny style, Apatow
Throw Money on the lap of our Eve, Madame Laugh and bow, Halal?
Sonny, don't have a cow...
Just Blame The Label, for telling you to say the same Bull Shit.
That's how it has to be! Engineer it has to peak,
You could never master me, Bounce The Track- Master P.
So When I drop the crazy anthem B, You know we killing them kid- Casey Anthony
Police chasing after me, this ain't a comedy akh uggggnnn
I got you thinking " I AM F'ed" like Dominique Strauss-Kahn

Chorus X 1

Verse 2:
Let the bottom thump. We're brushing up over here (hair) like Donald Trump
But I will rock'em if he G's (Jesus) like Madonna's Son
Show them how to run a biz without a lunge
Take the cake, bought the lunch
If only you read like a Bono Fund
Labels, skimping on bread like McDonald Buns
No Shots, or semi-auto guns, I'll send a heavy hollow one,
And bend the time out of them like
"Mashallah Dun, you are the ONE"
Stop Playing with me, Hello, Are you Listening?
I'm not rich, may be Arab with the paisley Apparel,
Bow ties, Don't style, when you're grazing with Camels, I'm grown
Sick and Tired, Sometimes, Uninspired
But I blame it on the lavender
Smoked out, you can quote me like a manager
Man, I'm cozy up in Canada.
Stuck, Yuck, to be honest, I'm broke but my uncles rich like Donald Duck
Cartoon Islamic, throw your hands up,
In the air like fear of the man up, Stairs,
You a joke, look in the mirror- where?, OVER THERE, You're on Candid Camera.
Whether you are high or you're dying for truth.
Jeff Goldblum, I'm fly in the booth,
Even though I'm feeling likeee.....

Chorus X 1

Ghida Fakhry:
We appreciate all your feedback
Positive or Negative

Verse 3:
Al Jazeera Fever
Ghida Fakhry out in Costa Rica
I met her in Doha, Eating, Gave her the Local Greeting (Salam)
She says she knows the Medium, and we fly like Helium
We got your back like an Orthopedic...(word?)
Riz Khan sipping Pellegrino,
I must be dreaming I can't tell if he knows, or we know,
and she broke in half,
My wife smacked me with the television remote
I woke up mumbling "This album is one hell of a sequel...go tell your people"