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mullahs (feat. erfan) - afta hill lyrics

we loaded our clips and went to war
to set the people free

i’m an outsider to the insiders, uh
outlier to the outsiders, uh
uncommon amongst uncommon men
i don’t get any press, ain’t a f*cking synonym

still, i spit at them like nasty or eminem (yeah)
they wanna use my image as a persian resurrect
but f*ck rohani, hamon, mohani and the system
it’s a violent pack of heads, beheading people like hens (hens)
but the real c*ck heads talking allah and shia sh*t (sh*t)
you f*cked your people over, you dirty pieces of sh*t (sh*t)
fowl pathetic bullies, old towel headed p*ssies (na)
prophetic visions of trying mullahs in front of juries (na*na*na*na)
crimes against humanity, all tyrants fall eventually (yeah)
but who am i to talk but a hippy gone off his medicine (yeah)

outsider to the insiders, uh (ooh)
outlier to the outsiders, uh (ooh)
uncommon amongst uncommon men (yeah)
i don’t get any press, ain’t a f*cking synonym

still, i spit at them like wayne, yeezy or def (def)
spitting my truth at them ’til they listen or send a hit (bang)
f*ck a mullah man, slice open the tyrant head
give the stolen money back to the people that they condemn
and the truth shall rule, revolution ain’t gonna be televised
god in ya clip like ammo, telling lies (yeah)
talking their sh*t since ’79, still grateful i made it to enemy lines
said pahlavi shot the kids in these streets (streets)
but 40 years later, their doing the same sh*t (f*ck)

outsider to the insiders, uh (ooh)
outlier to the outsiders, uh (ooh)
uncommon amongst uncommon men (yeah)
i don’t get… f*ck that, listen, uh (spit it, hey)

i ain’t a martyr, i ain’t a star but a starving artist
freedom the target, they love to talk ’bout how we so awful
westernized culture, the f*cking devil in silky prada (hey)
people are starving and all your money is going foreign
you moron’s oxy, your oil is dirty, your war is proxy
f*ck amonde, kusir, mommanet goheh khakeh (little b*tch)
condemning coppers for murdering george floyd but
six months prior, you shot your own boys up
1,500 people murdered because they voice up
one love, leaders is scared of us when we join up (one love)

see, legend had it
that atop the mountain sat an enlightened being
one who could help me with my quest
a kind young lady helped me traverse the mountain top
climbing higher and higher
until i found him (yeah*yeah*yeah*yeah*yeah)

i come seeking the truth
i gotta free the persian people, tell me, how did i do? (paydar)

yeah*uh
tell me, how did i do?
this sh*t took time, homie wasn’t out of the blue
yeah, uh, this is the life that chose me
now i sit back and watch like a spot on the nose bleeds
sit back and watch, watch me and my boys lead
overdose on poison, the noise on these cold streets
just my immigrant story, bro
immigrant, left long ago, i’m still living it
the feeling is still strong as though i’m still living in
iran and i’m stuck asking, “what this prison is?”
caged in my thoughts like the joker, funny isn’t it?
i’m limitless, i won’t let the little sh*t belittle this
20 years in and still reppin’ it hard
there’s a certain path to walk when you steppin’ with gods
now they label me the sun and i’m left with the stars
went to war with my heart and i’m blessed with the scars (woo)

f*ck anyone who’s trying to block your shine (outsider to the insiders)
anyone who tries to stop you from getting where you need to go (outliers to the outsiders)
any government, any friend, any family (uncommon amongst uncommon men)
anybody, f*ck em’ (i don’t get any press, don’t get*don’t get any press)
(f*ck it up)

out*out*out*out*outsiders to the insiders, uh
outlier to the outsiders, uh (yeah*yeah)
uncommon amongst uncommon men
i don’t get any press, ain’t a f*cking synonym
still i spit at them (good looking homie)
having spoken with the guru, i found the truth
having k!lled the tyrant, i freed the people
i had to leave it all behind
tehranto, the money, and more importantly her
gone

- afta hill lyrics

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