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khalas
Hip-Hop/Rap
khalas was released on May 13, 2025 by HARD TIMES as a part of the album beige
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Albumbeige
Release DateMay 13, 2025
LabelHARD TIMES
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM62

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zia Ul Haq
Zia Ul Haq
Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zia Ul Haq
Zia Ul Haq
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zia Ul Haq
Zia Ul Haq
Co-Producer

Lyrics

Never catch me at no function
Where them pakis be frontin
Got a double exhaust on the rental
Only thing they own was the motherfucking petrol
Yeah, you wanna act so righteous
Don't come at me, show that love to your wifey
Don't look at me at the Palestine protest
When you say fuck all about Bangladesh
Children bleeding on the concrete
Did you really care when it happened on your own street?
Boycott Maccies and boycott these pakis
And boycott these crackers who think they defending me
But its South Asian Heritage Month
Was I meant to give a fuck?
Represented by some Oxbridge Indian prep kids
The same type who sold the land straight to the English
Too many man wanna throw hands at
Girls and kids to make themselves feel big and
Then they run hide behind they mum like "Kya Baht Betah?"
Auntie, he a pathetic little beta
Akhi, I'm proud to be your hater
Paki, I know you all about your paper
From 925 you suck Charles and James
Shabash Beta, a gorah got your brains
Yeah yeah I always commit with no gimmicks
These weak men thinking I'm up here for giggles
No shit - never speak up or stand up for women
Threatened by their weak pussy ass little image
Khalas, why u talkin? Nobody asked
For you to chat all that Bakwas
All you do is chat all that Bakwas
Khalas on all that B-
So you call yourself Muslim
Why your daughter carry spoons through to customs?
Force married to some paki with some problems
If she run, it's honour killing on a manhunt
Now she mentally broken
Every one of their babies is an orphan
Word on the street was the issue was his missus
Don't you feel for the father?
What a bechara
Sixteen candles blew em out til it burnt me
Paki with an attitude, life did me dirty, I could not
Escape what my fate had knocking on my door, it got me up early
And faced the facts I was built different for journeys I carry firmly
I saw doors closed on orphans, doors open to rapists
Crackers, Racists, Bailiffs, Pakis switching after payslips
Social service, false assault cases from some white bitches
Pedos throwing stones at the home, ops bell the feds
Police attacked me first, then called back up defence
But they never saw the Shottas, offers, crime options
Credit card scams and what we had to do for survival
Evidence til proven guilty, a paki ain't libel
I ain't lying tho
I was born in it
Born different, Born witness
Born living - semi-automatic
Ghost whispering
I caught em all, PTSD, ADHD, and Bipolar
One hour I'm bored next I'll switch on you with the revolver
Or worse I might spill every one of your so called secrets
Like father like son like dirty little perverts
Turn the fire up in Jahannam you deserve it for what you did
And I hope that it haunts you every day that you live Motherfucker
Ghost
Written by: Zia Ul Haq
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