I’m a true soldier consulting cleverly with military minds resolving firmly.
I’m blessed given riches, representing an unrecognised nation,
A country striving to convince the world, my nigga lick the roughness of life
The rapid rise of reer hargiesa, riding around the roads, robbing faqashes with their raffles, brave hearts win battle goals wins games.
We have our own things; we generate the resources we need to run our country.
Why do I lie when we can traumatise. ?
Our history full of fights, faqash felt victims to our fly fists.
Somalis cursed completely wasted, people beefing and things, how can you stop a man setting fire his very own house, kidnapping his cousins and rapping their gurlz but they scare looking in the eye of Somalilanderz.
Look how this Qabiil virus made you while this m4ther f4ckers moryaanz killing your kids.
Call it madness, is there cure for carelessness.
Malis are broke, penniless and pretty much the same even back in the days, ain’t nothing changed hahaaaaaaa
Don’t surprise when you see us living with smile stop the m4ther f4cker scowling, don’t hate just respect and admire,
That’s us dinning at the top of the table
Sitting back, weighting up the storm cloud over the m4ther f4cker Somalis, plus my whole homies ready at war.
War may not the key but peace and freedom is what it gives.
Why are you stalking at us?? Stand back before you get hurt, get your m4ther f4cker rusty hate out of the way.
Somaliland is the only thing I care besides my young heartless soul bros and my gang of comrades.
F4ck faqashez, you m4ther fuckers can’t come to our ends, cus we are the soldiers you fear at both ends of the streets.
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