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chee malabar – live from al-jazeera (feat. amitava kumar) كلمات اغاني

live from al-jazeera
featuring amitava k-mar
verse 1
on behalf of the unruliest hooligan mob
malcontent with a pen, rap’s julian -ssange
underground, off air, no bombs by funk flex
my sh-t b-mp in suicide trucks of some sub sects
(burning tires….)

from madras to mombasa
they har-ss us in our casa
sayin’ ‘you hamas, huh?’—yeah, like i learned to rap in a f-cking madr-ssa
making bomb music like the sounds of scuds past ya

(burning tires)
all i got to show for it—
precondition, i’m ill, someone tell me where cobra is
no medicare, i medicate on six packs of beer
hit the street with kerosene and light whatever’s near

(burning tires)
…and effigies ablaze, k!ll your idols
whether pop, politics, or some god
the name’s chirag, faceless face in the mob
cancel checks(czechs) you endorse like abortions in prague

chorus

verse 2
still live from al-jazeera: subt-tled, grainy pixeled
voice of brown, homegrown yet strangely distant
they can’t reconcile my style, speech, and my ‘staani tan
american p-ssport, face like a taliban
…screamin’ ‘ali for imam’
hit the stage with k.m. h-ssan, give ya’ll the saddam wave
chem ali’s g-ssin’ ‘em—stages turn to m-ss graves
house rage offa subprime rate

narration (amitava k-mar)
i’m telling you this here so that you can see how ordinary men and women whose lives are entangled in the war on terror tell stories about themselves and their place in the world. theirs are stories that bring together, whether as acts of fancy or as pictures of grim reality, different parts of our divided world

verse 3
we don’t shuck and jive for pay, mortgage heaven
and sell a preacher h-ll
stroll through perdition in adidas sh-lls
old -ss rappers trying to cast a bieber spell
i speak 16’s that wake up sleeper cells—
we young, brown, and stressed, long noses, hooded eyelids
articulate, yeah—with names on no fly lists
but life is hard, why go at it easy?
for the fruits of my labor, peace to mohammed bouazizi

narration (amitava k-mar)
of course, as any writer knows, a story might begin at one place and then through an extraordinary, unexpected turn end up somewhere else entirely….the individual vanishes in a dark place of secrets. or we watch him disappear on the brazen stage of propaganda. the particulars of an individual life are sometimes all that we have as a precious lifeline to firm reality

- chee malabar

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