طرفداران هیچکس
مهدیار، قاف، فدایی، بیداد، ریویل و ...طرفداران هیچکس
مهدیار، قاف، فدایی، بیداد، ریویل و ...تکست آهنگ Warning
Verse 1:
And I still remember everything he taught me/
(Who?) My Pops, but now he's dead and now its too late to warn me/
So until the day when Allah calls me/
I don't need no love, don't need no hugs, don't need nobody to support me/
Ready for anything that comes before me/
This is a Warning, I shed my last tears mourning for 4 week/
Restless nights, stress was on my mind, couldn't afford sleep/
Like a soldier born in a war, but that's another story/
I thought that I'd moved on, didn't kill me, I grew strong/
But looking back and thinking on it, maybe I grew wrong?/
Always taught me to do right, never taught me to do wrong/
So how the Hell I end up with this fucked up shit that I'm on?
No excuses for my movements, I do me 'til I'm proved wrong/
Spilling my heart over looped songs/
This is my reality, this is whats left when the tunes gone/
Maybe its too late, maybe I'm too gone.../
Chorus:
My Pops dead now it's too late to warn me/
My Pops dead now it's too late to warn me/
It's too late, it's too late, too late to warn me/
Too late to warn me, too late to warn me/
And I still remember everything he taught me/
(Who?) My Pops, but now he's dead and now its too late to warn me/
So until the day when Allah calls me/
I don't need no love, don't need no hugs, don't need nobody to support me/
Verse 2:
I remember thinking I wish it was different/
But it is what it is and I'm not the type for sitting and bitching/
I've studied different religions and spoke to killers with wisdom/
One thing that I've learnt is that life is a contradiction/
Certain times I feel destructive, like on the real Fuck this/
Carry cutlass for those stepping in my circumference/
Thinking how can I overcome this?/
Blood lust gives me a head rush and I end up doing some dumb shit/
And that's not how I was raised, I'm ashamed of that kind of rage/
Now I'm trying to find a way and I pray that my life will change/
I swear on my Father's grave that I WILL find a way/
Living in the darkness, it's hard to distinguish the night from day/
My Pops is dead now, nothings gonna change that/
I stay sharp, keep my guns loaded and stay strapped/
Spreading negative energy's never the best of me/
But I'm feeling mentally scarred and in desperate need of a remedy/
Chorus:
My Pops dead now it's too late to warn me/
My Pops dead now it's too late to warn me/
It's too late, it's too late, too late to warn me/
Too late to warn me, too late to warn me/
And I still remember everything he taught me/
(Who?) My Pops, but now he's dead and now its too late to warn me/
So until the day when Allah calls me/
I don't need no love, don't need no hugs, don't need nobody to support me/
Verse 3:
I ain't stupid I know the outcome of the story/
I'll probably die alone, on the side of the road in a way that's gory/
Pushed my loved ones away so that no one is left to mourn me/
Still remember I reached out, all they did was ignore me/
F*ck it that's how my destiny was meant to be/
Born alone, die alone, from the first breath to the death of me/
The first step to my remedy?/
I wrestled the conscience that never lets me sleep/
I won't rest in peace 'til I Rest In Peace/
It's kinda ironic, I spent my life acquiring knowledge/
But it's likely I won't feel right without a knife in my pocket/
It's wrong and I need to stop it, inspired by the life of the Prophet/
I find solace when I study His Knowledge/
And it maybe just be my saving grace/
I stayed awake for 80 days, studying Sufi scriptures thinking on ancient ways/
Realized my brain is a maze/
So I made a blade of faith and chopped them walls down like paper mache/
Chorus:
My Pops dead now it's too late to warn me/
My Pops dead now it's too late to warn me/
It's too late, it's too late, too late to warn me/
Too late to warn me, too late to warn me/
And I still remember everything he taught me/
(Who?) My Pops, but now he's dead and now its too late to warn me/
So until the day when Allah calls me/
I don't need no love, don't need no hugs, don't need nobody to support me/
Lyrics: Reveal
Beat: Mahdyar Aghajani
And I still remember everything he taught me/
(Who?) My Pops, but now he's dead and now its too late to warn me/
So until the day when Allah calls me/
I don't need no love, don't need no hugs, don't need nobody to support me/
Ready for anything that comes before me/
This is a Warning, I shed my last tears mourning for 4 week/
Restless nights, stress was on my mind, couldn't afford sleep/
Like a soldier born in a war, but that's another story/
I thought that I'd moved on, didn't kill me, I grew strong/
But looking back and thinking on it, maybe I grew wrong?/
Always taught me to do right, never taught me to do wrong/
So how the Hell I end up with this fucked up shit that I'm on?
No excuses for my movements, I do me 'til I'm proved wrong/
Spilling my heart over looped songs/
This is my reality, this is whats left when the tunes gone/
Maybe its too late, maybe I'm too gone.../
Chorus:
My Pops dead now it's too late to warn me/
My Pops dead now it's too late to warn me/
It's too late, it's too late, too late to warn me/
Too late to warn me, too late to warn me/
And I still remember everything he taught me/
(Who?) My Pops, but now he's dead and now its too late to warn me/
So until the day when Allah calls me/
I don't need no love, don't need no hugs, don't need nobody to support me/
Verse 2:
I remember thinking I wish it was different/
But it is what it is and I'm not the type for sitting and bitching/
I've studied different religions and spoke to killers with wisdom/
One thing that I've learnt is that life is a contradiction/
Certain times I feel destructive, like on the real Fuck this/
Carry cutlass for those stepping in my circumference/
Thinking how can I overcome this?/
Blood lust gives me a head rush and I end up doing some dumb shit/
And that's not how I was raised, I'm ashamed of that kind of rage/
Now I'm trying to find a way and I pray that my life will change/
I swear on my Father's grave that I WILL find a way/
Living in the darkness, it's hard to distinguish the night from day/
My Pops is dead now, nothings gonna change that/
I stay sharp, keep my guns loaded and stay strapped/
Spreading negative energy's never the best of me/
But I'm feeling mentally scarred and in desperate need of a remedy/
Chorus:
My Pops dead now it's too late to warn me/
My Pops dead now it's too late to warn me/
It's too late, it's too late, too late to warn me/
Too late to warn me, too late to warn me/
And I still remember everything he taught me/
(Who?) My Pops, but now he's dead and now its too late to warn me/
So until the day when Allah calls me/
I don't need no love, don't need no hugs, don't need nobody to support me/
Verse 3:
I ain't stupid I know the outcome of the story/
I'll probably die alone, on the side of the road in a way that's gory/
Pushed my loved ones away so that no one is left to mourn me/
Still remember I reached out, all they did was ignore me/
F*ck it that's how my destiny was meant to be/
Born alone, die alone, from the first breath to the death of me/
The first step to my remedy?/
I wrestled the conscience that never lets me sleep/
I won't rest in peace 'til I Rest In Peace/
It's kinda ironic, I spent my life acquiring knowledge/
But it's likely I won't feel right without a knife in my pocket/
It's wrong and I need to stop it, inspired by the life of the Prophet/
I find solace when I study His Knowledge/
And it maybe just be my saving grace/
I stayed awake for 80 days, studying Sufi scriptures thinking on ancient ways/
Realized my brain is a maze/
So I made a blade of faith and chopped them walls down like paper mache/
Chorus:
My Pops dead now it's too late to warn me/
My Pops dead now it's too late to warn me/
It's too late, it's too late, too late to warn me/
Too late to warn me, too late to warn me/
And I still remember everything he taught me/
(Who?) My Pops, but now he's dead and now its too late to warn me/
So until the day when Allah calls me/
I don't need no love, don't need no hugs, don't need nobody to support me/
Lyrics: Reveal
Beat: Mahdyar Aghajani
تکست آهنگ West London
West London post code, E Road my local/
Stone cold, blow ‘Dro on road, fuck Po-Po/
Ain’t nothing they can tell us in our zones bro/
‘Cos from the paint on the pavements/
To estate railings we own road/
Fuck the Metropolitan police/
Fuck every single undercover and every officer on the beat/
Always watch me when I’m bopping on the street/
But the streets are our property/
So we tell the feds that THEY lack authority/
It’s not just me fam, my whole zones the same/
From Lisson Green to E Road/
We know the game/
Like we wrote it/
Street author, Poisonous Poet/
Go against the West and end up in the canal where the boats is/
I really ain’t trying to boast or promote this/
‘But I spit reality, so it’s best that you know that this ain’t just show biz/
West London full of hood dwellers/
Middle-East mafia, White gangsters and Black Goodfellas/
Me, I’m Gully and Irani/
But I’m having talks with next man to expand to a Gully Army/
And I ain’t quitting ‘til the ends say/
Revs held it up for West, like the bridge under the Westway/
Chorus:
Yeah, it’s just a West London street thing/
Yeah, it’s a Gully and Irani thing/
Yeah, these streets keep me breathing/
West London’s where I’m from/
And I’m not leaving
( x 2 )
Verse 2:
So what’s the moral of the story/
Heard you sent bredders to bottle and bore me/
But I survived with nothing more than four scuffed knuckles and torn jeans/
Ready for war? You’re not ready for war G/
Trust me, Iprobably been through more Fuckery than you when I was Fourteen/
Certain bredders can;t hack it when there’s static on their radar/
Me I don’t panic, I just remain calm/
Keep my eyes open, I know exactly where the snakes are/
Keep my mind focused, I know exactly who the fakes are/
Certain man don’t know how deep it is/
And roll with no allegiances/
But I can smell the beef as if the meat was fresh/
I know exactly where I stand and exactly who my peoples is/
Airtight like shrink wrapped plastic, thats how we keep the shit/
Now peep the shit, your click lack leadership/
A bunch of pricks talking that click clack heater shit/
‘Til they seen what them big bad heaters did/
Shit fam , you changed your feelings quick, recognize who you dealing with/
Gully army is something different/
We represent the third world living in Britain/
Not trying to fit in/
We Irani, Iraqi, Maghrebi, Messri and Lobnany/
Felestiny, Somali, Nigerian, Kurdistani/
Eritrean, Albani, Bengali and Pakistani/
I plot with a couple Cockneys and spar with a couple Yardies/
We bringing a hundred armed teens/
We bringing a Gully Army/
Chorus
Lyrics: Reveal
Beat: Mr. Skitzo
Stone cold, blow ‘Dro on road, fuck Po-Po/
Ain’t nothing they can tell us in our zones bro/
‘Cos from the paint on the pavements/
To estate railings we own road/
Fuck the Metropolitan police/
Fuck every single undercover and every officer on the beat/
Always watch me when I’m bopping on the street/
But the streets are our property/
So we tell the feds that THEY lack authority/
It’s not just me fam, my whole zones the same/
From Lisson Green to E Road/
We know the game/
Like we wrote it/
Street author, Poisonous Poet/
Go against the West and end up in the canal where the boats is/
I really ain’t trying to boast or promote this/
‘But I spit reality, so it’s best that you know that this ain’t just show biz/
West London full of hood dwellers/
Middle-East mafia, White gangsters and Black Goodfellas/
Me, I’m Gully and Irani/
But I’m having talks with next man to expand to a Gully Army/
And I ain’t quitting ‘til the ends say/
Revs held it up for West, like the bridge under the Westway/
Chorus:
Yeah, it’s just a West London street thing/
Yeah, it’s a Gully and Irani thing/
Yeah, these streets keep me breathing/
West London’s where I’m from/
And I’m not leaving
( x 2 )
Verse 2:
So what’s the moral of the story/
Heard you sent bredders to bottle and bore me/
But I survived with nothing more than four scuffed knuckles and torn jeans/
Ready for war? You’re not ready for war G/
Trust me, Iprobably been through more Fuckery than you when I was Fourteen/
Certain bredders can;t hack it when there’s static on their radar/
Me I don’t panic, I just remain calm/
Keep my eyes open, I know exactly where the snakes are/
Keep my mind focused, I know exactly who the fakes are/
Certain man don’t know how deep it is/
And roll with no allegiances/
But I can smell the beef as if the meat was fresh/
I know exactly where I stand and exactly who my peoples is/
Airtight like shrink wrapped plastic, thats how we keep the shit/
Now peep the shit, your click lack leadership/
A bunch of pricks talking that click clack heater shit/
‘Til they seen what them big bad heaters did/
Shit fam , you changed your feelings quick, recognize who you dealing with/
Gully army is something different/
We represent the third world living in Britain/
Not trying to fit in/
We Irani, Iraqi, Maghrebi, Messri and Lobnany/
Felestiny, Somali, Nigerian, Kurdistani/
Eritrean, Albani, Bengali and Pakistani/
I plot with a couple Cockneys and spar with a couple Yardies/
We bringing a hundred armed teens/
We bringing a Gully Army/
Chorus
Lyrics: Reveal
Beat: Mr. Skitzo
تکست آهنگ Alone
Verse 1:
Anyone who knows me, knows that I smoke weed/
Kush by the bush, O.G by the OZ/
We get Amnesia and Cheese by the whole tree/
Weed that I bring out will stink out your whole street/
What Fam? you can start bringing out your whole team/
We can even swing it over old beef/
Venomous, flow Dangerous like Tony/
Past couple years like Kareem I been Lowkey/
Anyone who knows me, knows that I’m Persian/
But not the funny type, more like the Gully version/
The get money version, my breddas put the work in/
Won’t leave home without the weapon on their person/
‘Cos I seen the slugs start bursting and blood start squirting/
Don’t wannabe victims that's certain/
I don’t like mixing with ignorant persons/
That's similar to slipping into a pit full of serpents/
anyone who knows me knows I’m my own man/
Anything I got fam, I earned from my own hands/
Alone on the road roam land like a nomad/
And no man, I won’t take shit from no man/
Grown man, flow for them veteran road man/
Who invested their own dough and now they own land/
Bu these youngers done messed up the program/
‘Dro so peng that they’re bent off their own grams/
Every single night on a hype thing, knife fighting/
Until the feds done invested in phone taps/
Look, I don’t wanna make friends, don’t wanna hold hands/
Alone on my own I don’t need no gang/
I represent life on the front line/
Never been one that’d run from thug life/
Hit ‘em wid the punchline bring it in like one time/
Kill ‘em on the riddim like I drill ‘em with the blunt nine/
And I rep those dealing with a tough time/
Living in the drug grind/
Trying to get by in the tough climb/
On the rise like guncrime/
Sick of life in a climate that’s unkind/
Sometimes all I want is to lie in the sunshine/
With my live chick, light spliffs and unwind/
Blood, I never acted like a hater/
I’m the nice guy type that says Hi to neighbours/
I represent those with a real life/
‘Cos I been on road and I know what it feels like/
Trying to make dough when your broke and you feel hype/
alone on the road on my own but it feels right/
Anyone who knows me knows that I rep road/
West London get dough from the get go/
Got straps cocked back and ain’t afraid to let go/
Step, get your severed head sent home/
Really it’s a bit disturbing/
I get lyrical with my syllables and fit the words in/
And in clubs we don’t queue, see my click they burst in/
It’s funny ‘cos when we come in we see your click dispersing/
Flow so cold blow blizzards and whirlwinds/
Lyrical magician think wizard like Merlin/
I try get through to you, try tell truth to you/
I am the One like Roman numerals/
CHORUS:
I’m Alone all on my own/
That’s how I roll on the road/
Don’t worry I’ll be ok/
I ain’t lonely/
I’m Alone all on my own/
Me versus the globe/
Don’t worry I’ll be ok/
Babes you know me/
Verse 2:
Yeah, looks like I’m back on my own again/
Back on the road again/
Trying to get O’s of some ‘Dro to get dough again/
Every two seconds on the phone again/
‘Cos I ain’t feeling being broke again/
Keep shit tight, ‘cos if breddas see an opening/
They will start closing in/
No I ain’t dope. I’m Opium/
Straight from the Poppy flower bud when you open it/
Flows are officially an Opiate/
Most of my life I’ve been ducking and diving/
Struggling, Hustling, Fuckery surviving/
A soldier, I roll on and just keep striding/
Alone on my own but that’s just how I like it/
This is my life, that’s how I write it/
Look through my eyelids, you might not like it/
Perceptions twisted like light in your iris/
Strike with preciseness/
Venom with a light twist/
You never met a bredder like this/
See my rhymes are like nines on the hip/
But my nines are like rhymes on the lips/
So whenever I spit flows/
You're gonna get your mind ripped/
Plus get your spine split/
( Yo Revs, CALM DOWN!)
Nah, fuck it I don't want to/
Alone I will come to your road and hunt you/
Always stand firm like Wing-Chun Kung Fu/
Even if it means I will bleed from a gun wound/
( Mehrak Aroom!)
Nah, fuck it I don't want to/
Lemme tell 'em bout the weed me and Mahdyar bun through/
You could bring a Ton through/
That'd get bunned too/
Remember that light green Cheese that I brung to you/
Yeah, that was wonderfull/
Bruv, much love to you/
Next time I re-up I will send a couple buds through/
But, let me get back to the program/
Alone on my own, roam land like a nomad/
Anyone who knows me, knows I'm a lone G/
What that means is that I do my dirt all by my lonelies/
Boss of my own P/
Nobody owns me/
Trying to build something I can own in these cold streets/
Misunderstood, always get funny looks/
Fuck Police, 'cos Police don't run my hood/
I run with crooks but I got my head stuck in books/
A contradiction, my diction is London hood/
But Iran is where I Come from, look/
Into my mind, it's twisted like labyrinth mazes/
Trying to break chains and escape from my cages/
Alone but feel home in several places/
Life is a progression of stages/
From getting them papers, to stepping on stages/
To repping Iranians, to lectures at Cambridge/
I’ll always be me but with several faces/
E-Road, we don’t need ‘Dro, we grow/
Realer than Perico you bredders are some repro/
(x 4)
CHORUS:
I’m Alone all on my own/
That’s how I roll on the road/
Don’t worry I’ll be ok/
I ain’t lonely/
I’m Alone all on my own/
Me versus the globe/
Don’t worry I’ll be ok/
Babes you know me/
Lyrics: Reveal
Anyone who knows me, knows that I smoke weed/
Kush by the bush, O.G by the OZ/
We get Amnesia and Cheese by the whole tree/
Weed that I bring out will stink out your whole street/
What Fam? you can start bringing out your whole team/
We can even swing it over old beef/
Venomous, flow Dangerous like Tony/
Past couple years like Kareem I been Lowkey/
Anyone who knows me, knows that I’m Persian/
But not the funny type, more like the Gully version/
The get money version, my breddas put the work in/
Won’t leave home without the weapon on their person/
‘Cos I seen the slugs start bursting and blood start squirting/
Don’t wannabe victims that's certain/
I don’t like mixing with ignorant persons/
That's similar to slipping into a pit full of serpents/
anyone who knows me knows I’m my own man/
Anything I got fam, I earned from my own hands/
Alone on the road roam land like a nomad/
And no man, I won’t take shit from no man/
Grown man, flow for them veteran road man/
Who invested their own dough and now they own land/
Bu these youngers done messed up the program/
‘Dro so peng that they’re bent off their own grams/
Every single night on a hype thing, knife fighting/
Until the feds done invested in phone taps/
Look, I don’t wanna make friends, don’t wanna hold hands/
Alone on my own I don’t need no gang/
I represent life on the front line/
Never been one that’d run from thug life/
Hit ‘em wid the punchline bring it in like one time/
Kill ‘em on the riddim like I drill ‘em with the blunt nine/
And I rep those dealing with a tough time/
Living in the drug grind/
Trying to get by in the tough climb/
On the rise like guncrime/
Sick of life in a climate that’s unkind/
Sometimes all I want is to lie in the sunshine/
With my live chick, light spliffs and unwind/
Blood, I never acted like a hater/
I’m the nice guy type that says Hi to neighbours/
I represent those with a real life/
‘Cos I been on road and I know what it feels like/
Trying to make dough when your broke and you feel hype/
alone on the road on my own but it feels right/
Anyone who knows me knows that I rep road/
West London get dough from the get go/
Got straps cocked back and ain’t afraid to let go/
Step, get your severed head sent home/
Really it’s a bit disturbing/
I get lyrical with my syllables and fit the words in/
And in clubs we don’t queue, see my click they burst in/
It’s funny ‘cos when we come in we see your click dispersing/
Flow so cold blow blizzards and whirlwinds/
Lyrical magician think wizard like Merlin/
I try get through to you, try tell truth to you/
I am the One like Roman numerals/
CHORUS:
I’m Alone all on my own/
That’s how I roll on the road/
Don’t worry I’ll be ok/
I ain’t lonely/
I’m Alone all on my own/
Me versus the globe/
Don’t worry I’ll be ok/
Babes you know me/
Verse 2:
Yeah, looks like I’m back on my own again/
Back on the road again/
Trying to get O’s of some ‘Dro to get dough again/
Every two seconds on the phone again/
‘Cos I ain’t feeling being broke again/
Keep shit tight, ‘cos if breddas see an opening/
They will start closing in/
No I ain’t dope. I’m Opium/
Straight from the Poppy flower bud when you open it/
Flows are officially an Opiate/
Most of my life I’ve been ducking and diving/
Struggling, Hustling, Fuckery surviving/
A soldier, I roll on and just keep striding/
Alone on my own but that’s just how I like it/
This is my life, that’s how I write it/
Look through my eyelids, you might not like it/
Perceptions twisted like light in your iris/
Strike with preciseness/
Venom with a light twist/
You never met a bredder like this/
See my rhymes are like nines on the hip/
But my nines are like rhymes on the lips/
So whenever I spit flows/
You're gonna get your mind ripped/
Plus get your spine split/
( Yo Revs, CALM DOWN!)
Nah, fuck it I don't want to/
Alone I will come to your road and hunt you/
Always stand firm like Wing-Chun Kung Fu/
Even if it means I will bleed from a gun wound/
( Mehrak Aroom!)
Nah, fuck it I don't want to/
Lemme tell 'em bout the weed me and Mahdyar bun through/
You could bring a Ton through/
That'd get bunned too/
Remember that light green Cheese that I brung to you/
Yeah, that was wonderfull/
Bruv, much love to you/
Next time I re-up I will send a couple buds through/
But, let me get back to the program/
Alone on my own, roam land like a nomad/
Anyone who knows me, knows I'm a lone G/
What that means is that I do my dirt all by my lonelies/
Boss of my own P/
Nobody owns me/
Trying to build something I can own in these cold streets/
Misunderstood, always get funny looks/
Fuck Police, 'cos Police don't run my hood/
I run with crooks but I got my head stuck in books/
A contradiction, my diction is London hood/
But Iran is where I Come from, look/
Into my mind, it's twisted like labyrinth mazes/
Trying to break chains and escape from my cages/
Alone but feel home in several places/
Life is a progression of stages/
From getting them papers, to stepping on stages/
To repping Iranians, to lectures at Cambridge/
I’ll always be me but with several faces/
E-Road, we don’t need ‘Dro, we grow/
Realer than Perico you bredders are some repro/
(x 4)
CHORUS:
I’m Alone all on my own/
That’s how I roll on the road/
Don’t worry I’ll be ok/
I ain’t lonely/
I’m Alone all on my own/
Me versus the globe/
Don’t worry I’ll be ok/
Babes you know me/
Lyrics: Reveal
Beat: Mahdyar Aghajani
تکست آهنگ 7ntro
Welcome to 7 Shades, hope you listening/
So much to say, such little time to fit it in/
King its been a minute since I been in this spitting ting/
I never dismissed this thing, fact is I kinda missed this thing/
And nah, I aint't trying to diss this ting/
But so many nitwits in this thing I stay Alone on a distant ting/
I gave you Warning, you can come try me/
Royalty like Malika, West London's where you'll find me/
Whether I pass in my sleep or die a violent death/
I never stress (Why?) I apply the Science of Breath/
Seven Shades:
Darkness
Infinity
Terror
Change
Truth
Survival
Freedom /
I rep change like seven days/
My team divide the cheese up like slicing knives through a pizza/
But way beyond razor sharp I’m a diamond kinda geezer/
Rhyme so fly that I have to apply for visas/
Your rhymes are so dry it’s Vaseline you apply ‘cos your lips have creased up/
Poisonous is an anamorphic creature/
Lately a lot of people debating exactly who Double P are/
Poisonous is a level, you can’t reach us/
I don’t mean to be harsh, lemme just break it down with these three bars/
Like games on display I’m not to be play with/
Think I bit Tony’s rhymes ‘cos every bar I spitted was Dangerous/
I took a break from the game but now I came back to claim it/
In my absence, I apologize for the lack of flavour/
Lack of imagination and overabundant fakeness/
While I was gone you suffered through some bait shit/
I come to put a stop to your suffering like Buddishm’s Eight Stages/
And show you what Seven Shades is/
Seven Shades:
Darkness
Infinity
Terror
Change
Truth
Survival
Freedom /
I rep change like seven days/ ( x2 )
Coloured my world in Seven Shades/
To show you all the madness littered in my brain/
Clinically insane/
I can feel it in my veins/
What’s the conclusion?/
Is it all an Illusion?/
Are there really Seven Shades?/
Or is it all my confusion?/
Beat: Mahdyar Aghajani:
Lyrics : Reveal
So much to say, such little time to fit it in/
King its been a minute since I been in this spitting ting/
I never dismissed this thing, fact is I kinda missed this thing/
And nah, I aint't trying to diss this ting/
But so many nitwits in this thing I stay Alone on a distant ting/
I gave you Warning, you can come try me/
Royalty like Malika, West London's where you'll find me/
Whether I pass in my sleep or die a violent death/
I never stress (Why?) I apply the Science of Breath/
Seven Shades:
Darkness
Infinity
Terror
Change
Truth
Survival
Freedom /
I rep change like seven days/
My team divide the cheese up like slicing knives through a pizza/
But way beyond razor sharp I’m a diamond kinda geezer/
Rhyme so fly that I have to apply for visas/
Your rhymes are so dry it’s Vaseline you apply ‘cos your lips have creased up/
Poisonous is an anamorphic creature/
Lately a lot of people debating exactly who Double P are/
Poisonous is a level, you can’t reach us/
I don’t mean to be harsh, lemme just break it down with these three bars/
Like games on display I’m not to be play with/
Think I bit Tony’s rhymes ‘cos every bar I spitted was Dangerous/
I took a break from the game but now I came back to claim it/
In my absence, I apologize for the lack of flavour/
Lack of imagination and overabundant fakeness/
While I was gone you suffered through some bait shit/
I come to put a stop to your suffering like Buddishm’s Eight Stages/
And show you what Seven Shades is/
Seven Shades:
Darkness
Infinity
Terror
Change
Truth
Survival
Freedom /
I rep change like seven days/ ( x2 )
Coloured my world in Seven Shades/
To show you all the madness littered in my brain/
Clinically insane/
I can feel it in my veins/
What’s the conclusion?/
Is it all an Illusion?/
Are there really Seven Shades?/
Or is it all my confusion?/
Beat: Mahdyar Aghajani:
Lyrics : Reveal
دانلود آلبوم هفت سایه ریویل
دانلود آلبوم هفت سایه ریویل (Seven Shades)
آلبوم هفت سایه یه آلبوم ای پی (EP) از ریویل با آهنگسازی مهدیار آقاجانی هست. تکست ها همه به زبان انگلیسی هستند. فقط آهنگسازی قطعه لندن شرقی و من یه شورش پیش بینی می کنم با مهدیار نیست. که به ترتیب ساخته Mr .Skitzo و Nutty P می باشند. اگه دوست دارید می تونید دانلود کنید.
نام آلبوم:
هفت سایه
لیبل:
Gully And Irani
خواننده:
ریویل (مهرک گلستان)
سال انتشار:
18 بهمن 1390
Feb 07, 2012
Feb 07, 2012
آهنگسازان:
مهدیار آقاجانی
Mr . Skitzo
Nutty P
Mr . Skitzo
Nutty P
میکس:
مهدیار آقاجانی
مسترینگ:
مهدیار آقاجانی
مسترینگ:
Joe Dochtermann
کاور:
هیراد صباغیان
مهدیار آقاجانی
علی چرمی
مهدیار آقاجانی
علی چرمی
تعداد قطعات:
7+2
لیست قطعات:
- مقدمه (7ntro)
- تنها (Alone)
- لندن غربی (West London)
- هشدار (Warning)
- ملکه (Malika)
- علم نفس (Science Of Breath)
- هفت سایه (Seven Shades)ترک های اضافی:
- من یه شورش پیشبینی می کنم (I Predict A Riot)
- چشمک (Neva Blink)
کاور های آلبوم هفت سایه:
دانلود ویدئو هشدار ریویل
موزیک ویدئو آهنگ هشدار (Warning) از ریویل که این آهنگ در آلبوم هفت سایه ریویل قرار داره. و آهنگسازی اون با مهدیار آقاجانی هست. سال انشتارش هم 1390 هست. اگه دوست دارید دانلود کنید.
دانلود آهنگ شکوفه نو
دانلود آهنگ بی کلام و بسیار زیبای شکوفه نو (New Bloom) از استاد مهدیار آقاجانی که موزیک و تنظیم و طراحی کاور و ... بر عهده خودش هست. و در تاریخ 19 آبان 1390 اومد بیرون. دانلود کنید.
دانلود ویدئو شکوفه نو مهدیار آقاجانی
ویدئو بسیار زیبای شکوفه نو (New Bloom) ، اثری از مهدیار آقاجانی. موزیک، اجرا، ساخت ویدئو، تنظیم، طراحی کاور و ... به عهده ی مهدیار می باشد. این ویدئو محصول سال 1390 هست. اگه دوست داشتید دانلود کنید.
دانلود ویدئو به نام زن فریناز
ویدئو به نام زن فریناز که سال 1386 اومد بیرون و آهنگسازی اون با استاد مهدیار آقاجانی هست. معنی و مفهوم خوبی داره.
تکست آهنگ باد بوز
قاصدکبهار شد
با نسیم به سوی باد شو
به دشت و صحرا شو
در خبری از باد نشد
خارج از خاک شو
قاصدک به بار در پس این کوچه ها
درختی ناله وار از تو چنین خواهد
بوز بر تن که برگ زرد نمی خواهد
که از یارم بهار یادگاری است
بوز بر من
که روزم شام تاری است
باد بوز این جامهزرد زتن درآور خسته ام ازین خاطرات دردآور
باد بوز این جامهزرد زتن درآور خسته ام ازین خاطرات دردآور
چه خوش بودیم و سرحال
نبود هیچ غم مرا
داد به من جامه ای و گفت باش یاد من
قاصدک گو به باد در پس این کوچه ها گم شده است یار من
گم شده است یار من
بی اراده نگاه به جامه میکنم
به ناگه آغازمیکنم
چه خوش روزی
چهخوش بویی
از همه بهتر کجا جوییم
چه خوش بودیم گویی جهان
به نام ما بوددر دم
بکن برگ زرد افزون نگردد دردم
با نسیم به سوی باد شو
به دشت و صحرا شو
در خبری از باد نشد
خارج از خاک شو
قاصدک به بار در پس این کوچه ها
درختی ناله وار از تو چنین خواهد
بوز بر تن که برگ زرد نمی خواهد
که از یارم بهار یادگاری است
بوز بر من
که روزم شام تاری است
باد بوز این جامهزرد زتن درآور خسته ام ازین خاطرات دردآور
باد بوز این جامهزرد زتن درآور خسته ام ازین خاطرات دردآور
چه خوش بودیم و سرحال
نبود هیچ غم مرا
داد به من جامه ای و گفت باش یاد من
قاصدک گو به باد در پس این کوچه ها گم شده است یار من
گم شده است یار من
بی اراده نگاه به جامه میکنم
به ناگه آغازمیکنم
چه خوش روزی
چهخوش بویی
از همه بهتر کجا جوییم
چه خوش بودیم گویی جهان
به نام ما بوددر دم
بکن برگ زرد افزون نگردد دردم