From the recording Risen From My Wounds

Lyrics

Dear to my homies, dear to my day ones 
The only people to stay when the fun goes 
Don't go with gun hos, I don't fuck around those 
You see me in the lobby speaking with sound pros 
Lo and behold, me, Husam
The from the Middle East, who goes ham 
Man, if you only understand one thing 
There's no man more born to sing 
 
Paint you a picture
Show you my bags 
Bring you my work
Read you my story 
 
Paint you a picture
Show you my bags 
Bring you my work
Read you my story 
 
Please 
No 
Don't listen to me 
Don't listen to me 

Please 
No 
Don't listen to me 
Don't listen to me 

 
That's fuel to the fire, you two fold liars
Unleashed the lion, I won't hear you crying 
When you'll be lying on your back tryna shovel words back
Down your throat, I smell fear in the pockets of your coat
 
Your pants are soaked, mom's casserole 
Don't worry, I won't slay you here
In a cage, I'll keep you starving, now
Let me hear your nasty comments
 
Cause you give me motivation, I don't care for
Reconciliation, my plans involve conquering the nation 
Putting pen to this pad with a little alliteration 
Feel the chills in your lap as you listen to my conversation
Arranging compilation videos 
Gimme those, I'll be signing breasts at Philly shows
Don't deserve shit when the verse hit 
Now you flare and your girl's skirt split, damn 

Please 
No 
Don't listen to me 
Don't listen to me 

Please 
No 
Don't listen to me 
Don't listen to me