The Last Arabs

Ana, forgive me baba

Transformer Machine Life
Metal dreams pulling Gepetto Strings
The Last Arabs to Blast At
Rhyme Immigrant Flashback
Lyrical Sand trap, There’s no way I’m fearing you
Double Agents Clearing Through
Bag Harassment
Border Cops Jetlag and Asthma
Wet Bags of Grass get sent back to Basra
Who’s sane? A strangled Bastard, tracks bang when blasted
Like the Madrid Bombings, I’m sick of this shit mama…
I’m Leaving Iraq’s Missile Hymns…

War Music, Pray for me cuz I’m torn moving
Why would I ever leave? Never been better B…..
Till I’m the center of attention like the Letter N
Get a Pen Classy Bedoin Half me resident Canadian Iraqi Medicine Arabian Apache
I’m leaving at that, listen in…
Cobra Commander with visions of Grandeur
Mission Abandoned Kissing my land with a missing advantage
You wanna listen or ban it? Like the F-C-C
We setting the standard, what a tangled web we weave…
Tell me where Osama At, Who Care’s if Obama’s Black?
I’ll leave it at that, Listen in…
And why’d you bomb Iraq? Mic Check like Jordan Ones
Store your guns brother, there’s more to come now…