Little known were the talents of the Palestinians in the realm of rap. No longer are they such. Lives have been affected through your lyrics.
Imagining a stage that awaits you 10 minutes in travel but escapes you indefinitely. Iman takes you there, and brings you back again and again. And you ultimately break through the impasse. This is your Intifada.
No, nothing deters a noble spirit.
God willing, you repeat. Going, getting, gathering, giving--all is determined by God, and in your heart, and in your gut, you trust that God is on your side.
Sot is your strut, and you walk it well. As you swagger, the generations sway behind you: arms up, shouts out. Sing so that they may sling your song like a rock and shoot it into il modee wal 7adr wal mustaqbal to write the real story.
Haya is not about being hip here. It's about maintaining heart despite and in spite of the hardship that attempts to hinder you.
On is how you choose to be, although off is the easier option.
Threats do not tamper with your tone; you are tough.
History began with you, and you know it and do your best so that progress does not halt once the hype is over.
Insha'Allah is the incantation of choice; insha'Allah it always will be.
Peace can only prevail when justice paves its path. Your phonographs are powerful trailblazers. You may be some public's enemy; you are more the people's prophets.
Hope does sparkle in your eyes but hardly. It is holy when it does but hazardous too. And you know that it's easier to be hardened, but you choose to flare your human spirit, and say "7ur!"
Orators, you are, who overcome the obstacles of oppression and occupation with your obstinacy.
Palestinian, you are pride and you are power. And you will prevail.
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