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Don't take it all to heart, ya Qalbi, stay whole,
The world is illusion but Allah guards the soul.
"اقضوا حوائجكم بالكتمان" echoes through my chest,
Secrets kept sacred, that's how kings manifest.
La programmation était un jeu, now I decode fate,
Anima in my dreams told me "recreate."
Osaka bells ring while Morocco bleeds art,
Every ruined palace was once a beating heart.
They tried to name me with labels that rot,
But Allah al-Jabbār takes justice on the spot.
They mocked my silence, thought I broke in defeat,
But I was fasting words to make my truth complete.
They cast spells in envy, thinking I won't heal,
But Allah hid me from عيونهم - the unseen ordeal.
Every trauma they dropped I turned to a throne,
A ruler of pain, whose name chills bone.
My roots are older than lies they ever knew,
Jewish blood, Amazigh fire, Arabic truth.
I bend neither to crown nor to cursed fame,
I walk with Allah, I speak in His Name.
A skull on my chest but I breathe no death,
Each breath is a verse, each beat a step.
They draw maps with borders, I erase with light,
A universal soul dancing in divine night.
They plotted their schemes, yet He is the best planner,
"ويمكرون و الله خير الماكرين" - my banner.
I dress in patience, crowned by celestial signs,
They count their coins, I trade in timeless lines.
My wealth is the silence after heartfelt prayer,
My gold is the mercy that makes tyrants stare.
Their curses dissolve where my verses stand,
Because Allah's touch rewrites every plan.
He sat not in pride but flame still at the core,
Through shadows and stars I became much more.
My dreadlocks hold storms, my silence speaks flame,
Their world ends where I begin my name.
I saw her in dreams-a child wrapped in light,
She held my rib and whispered, "fight."
So I fight with love, but strike when needed,
A vampire of truth, my hunger exceeded.
Each bar I spit could build a dome,
Where spirits drink peace and seekers find home.
Not as they want, but as He designed,
This is divine rap forged by the architect mind.