Ill Intent - I AM

The New Zealand music industry just doesn't have a clue They have a low (or no) opinion of poor geeks like me and you What they've got is Guns and Roses and their latest top-10 smash All they want is to feel powerful and have a grand or two in cash The New Zealand music industry's just Wattie's selling songs If they've got exclusive rights then they don't care about the wrongs A snort of coke in L.A. with the parent company Makes a little boy quite happy in the music industry I won't be led astray I won't be damned I won't be held in thrall by your multinational hand The New Zealand music industry gets its product overseas 'Cause it can't believe in quality till it gets U.S. release And its well-trained radio stations pump out what it wants to hear The musical equivalent of epidemic diarrhoea I won't be led astray I won't be damned I won't be held in thrall by your multinational hand The New Zealand music industry pays lipservice to us But the taste of Kiwi music must be tantamount to pus 'Cause it gets spat out and flushed down someone's million dollar bog Like some foetus late-aborted 'cause they've got no time for sprogs I won't be led astray I won't be damned I won't be held in thrall by your multinational hand

Ravens, coming from the sky In the future, we'll know why To, foretell something coming near To warn against, something we must fear You, can run from the attack They'll only just slash at your back Gods, gave us this ILL OMEN Three winters come and we'll know it's the end Fuck Ravens, coming from the sky In the future, we'll know why To, foretell something coming near To warn against, something we must fear You, can run from the attack They'll only just slash at your back Yes they will Gods, gave us this ILL OMEN Three winters come and we'll know it's the end Of the nine realms

Yeah (You don't even know me) Yeah, yeah, ah (You don't even know me) Ah-ha (You don't even know me) It's me, yeah (You don't even know me) Yo, these sixteen bars cost sixteen cars Kiss these balls, bitch, we stars Fuck that shit, you ain't hot like Prince You got a little shine, but not like this Time crumbles when the jet black M5 rumbles All from what I did last summer? But motherfuckers forget, till I'm back up on the set And every motherfucking jump shot wet Same outfit every day like a cartoon (That's me!) Uh, they'll never find you in a shark soup (Nope) And there will never be a part two Shit, you're looking at some motherfucking art, boo Two pumps from the inhaler got me feeling like Lawrence Taylor Two kisses on the cheek for my tailor (Mwah!) I got the soul of an Amazon healer Better be sure to put them cameras on (Please) Turn dreams into real shit Yeah, I might be sick Sitting court side, I'm likely lit Draw blood, I'm already made (Uh) But little man will cut your face like wedding cake (Aaah!) You don't even know me You don't even know me You don't even know me You don't even know me Switchin' lanes on these bitches like (Whoop!) Switchin' lanes on these bitches like (Whoop!) Watch the fifth wheel fall From this top floor view, I can see it all Yeah, man From this top floor view, I can see it all I can see it all Uh, I started clapping when the chef brought the duck to the table (Phenomenon!) Uh, that shit was shining like an angel (Whoo!) I never trust a dude named Angel (Nah) Long sleeved 4/5th's, turn them to an angel The sky opened up and down came me Young AB, floatin' in a Jag from the '80s (Uh) Tanned like I just left Haiti (Uh) Looking like I had mad plastic surgery (Aaah! Damn) They turned Bam Bam Chinese And that's fine by me (True) Shit, I need some time to realign my chi (So?) So bitch, please pass that bombazee Before I get upset You don't even know me You don't even know me You don't even know me You don't even know me

قولوا لعمري يا وقلبي ما ينساكشي من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي قولوا لعمري الكبدة اتقطعت بين زوج من Oran ل Marseille دلّالي من Oran ل Marseille دلّالي قولوا لعمري يا وقلبي ما ينساكشي من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي قولوا لعمري ترقد وطفي الضو من وهران ل Marseille دلالي من وهران ل Marseille دلالي Les vagues s'écrasent sur les roches, fauchent, façades moches Vie de cloche poche, vie de pez fastoche Mais la poisse accroche ma face de métèque Je viens du bled, pleins de verbes dans les bagages Ca je tiens ma rage dans ma gorge La plage déserte me pousse au cafard Tu traînes dans les bars tard le soir Où les soûlards se filent au rasoir Spliff noir dans le cendar Je sombre dans le mégotrip égoïste Jette mes tripes dans la musique Mars, ma ville, un plateau Où le désert avance, un gâteau partagé à 10 Mes khos pendus à un lasso Nourri au gaz de ville, à la lumière orange Comme elle, je dérange, étranger aux pensées etrangers حتى نقول نبطل وترضى لي علي من وهران ل Marseille دلالي من وهران ل Marseille دلالي Tellement نبغيها يا نبدا نجيبها من وهران ل Marseille دلالي من Oran ل Marseille دلالي Des odeurs de couscous, de tajine, de pruneau De mafé, yassa, poisson frais Pâtes carbo les épices me collent à la peau Assise là, les pieds dans l'eau sous l'œil du tréo Ma ville s'éveille chaque matin quand les fourmis s'en vont au boulot Fragile, emporte ta faux, situation où tout le monde se marre L'économica autre comme une vieille bécane Pluries Ethnie cohabitation naturelle Les cultures, les mœurs, les couleurs dansent comme dans une aquarelle Seul le Serval dévoile la face B de la carte postale Atone cache les nuages, un cercueil passe, mauvais présage L'ennui vainqueur, sueur, peur devant les seringues de l'horreur Le noir château entré sans un mot Mars aspire au renouveau خلّوا البحَر ياكُلني ولّا زعافها من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي خلّوا البحَر ياكُلني ولّا زعافهم من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي يانا بغيت لقليبي المحنة الفاكرة من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي قولوا لعمري ترقد وطفي الضو من وهران ل Marseille دلالي من وهران ل Marseille دلالي من وهران ل Marseille دلالي من وهران ل Marseille دلالي