Shabaam Sahdeeq - Arabian Nights Lyrics
Verse 1:Light over the city brightI take flight on a magic carpet visually scanning this metropolisGraphite and philly guts through the cats of silly slutsMove makes straight fakers and the pick pocketPeople setting their wakes too late for them to stop itSheeq with the star cheekNavigate through city streetsNew Jerusalem days Mega nightsWrap like a turban tightSome are tall for those who wanna sparMeet up with the caravanSinister voices stand at command>From Flatbush Ave. to Pickadilly CircuitWe work this double edge to split the head of serpentsTo the finish which is my death breathe m last breathI'm on a quest for the answer to thisBefore the seas swallow the continents and we cease to existThe crown jewel what I possessIn my heart the emerald four star general flips the artHook:One thousand and one Arabian nightsMarch through your city at night with torch lights(4X)Verse 2:3 wishes granted by the genie in the bottleCause I plucked it with my index I thought that it was hollowGive me world peace and a field of green to blazeComplicated days some nights got trapped in a mazeLast wish to be immortalWon't diss the classicNo melted plasticIn the attic pure staticI stand within' the depths of the sand of the SudanShabaam put the mic in my handSahdeeq technique open sesame Allie BabaType jewels fool I drop on the streetGems for themWay to eat for my fleet tryin' to make ends meetBring heat with phat tracks eliminate critics on the didickTalking ka ka your worth nadaYour style plagaPlayed out like stadasWe hottaLeave shit chopped like Benny HonasI promise maintainin' composure puffin' on the scommasHookVerse 3:Three wise men bring gifts of hip hop hitsYou're vibelessSinister be survivalistMarvelous sound of the charge of the burgadeWhere's my changeDues to payArabian nights on camels start the journey through the desertMedian, Mecca, Style injectorClash Of The TitansVerbally sword fightin'Enter the gates of the birth city called PelonYou get peed onMakin' moves without your heat onDon't get it twistI leave the cypher with split lips Shadeeq style, sickCall the specialistUnwrestle thisRed tape make thick with politicsBut if we don't get somethin'Gold or platinum type statusWhenever double S bless the apparatus (echo)(whispering) left right left right left right left right left rightHook
