Shabaam Sahdeeq - Arabian Nights lyrics

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Shabaam Sahdeeq - Arabian Nights lyrics

Verse 1: Light over the city bright I take flight on a magic carpet visually scanning this metropolis Graphite and philly guts through the cats of silly s*uts Move makes straight fakers and the pick pocket People setting their wakes too late for them to stop it Sheeq with the star cheek Navigate through city streets New Jerusalem days Mega nights Wrap like a turban tight Some are tall for those who wanna spar Meet up with the caravan Sinister voices stand at command ]From Flatbush Ave. to Pickadilly Circuit We work this double edge to split the head of serpents To the finish which is my d**h breathe m last breath I'm on a quest for the answer to this Before the seas swallow the continents and we cease to exist The crown j**el what I possess In my heart the emerald four star general flips the art Hook: One thousand and one Arabian nights March through your city at night with torch lights (4X) Verse 2: 3 wishes granted by the genie in the bottle Cause I plucked it with my index I thought that it was hollow Give me world peace and a field of green to blaze Complicated days some nights got trapped in a maze Last wish to be immortal Won't diss the cla**ic No melted plastic In the attic pure static I stand within' the depths of the sand of the Sudan Shabaam put the mic in my hand Sahdeeq technique open sesame Allie Baba Type j**els fool I drop on the street Gems for them Way to eat for my fleet tryin' to make ends meet Bring heat with phat tracks eliminate critics on the didick Talking ka ka your worth nada Your style plaga Played out like stadas We hotta Leave sh** chopped like Benny Honas I promise maintainin' composure puffin' on the scommas Hook Verse 3: Three wise men bring gifts of hip hop hits You're vibeless Sinister be survivalist Marvelous sound of the charge of the burgade Where's my change Dues to pay Arabian nights on camels start the journey through the desert Median, Mecca, Style injector Clash Of The Titans Verbally sword fightin' Enter the gates of the birth city called Pelon You get peed on Makin' moves without your heat on Don't get it twist I leave the cypher with split lips Shadeeq style, sick Call the specialist Unwrestle this Red tape make thick with politics But if we don't get somethin' Gold or platinum type status Whenever double S bless the apparatus (echo) (whispering) left right left right left right left right left right Hook

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