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I-Voice - 3am badafe3

I-Voice - 3am badafe3

Invincible Voice (I-Voice) started rapping in 2001, and is today a revolutionary group that cannot stop telling the truth. I-Voice members perform their very own genre, Trap (Tarab Rap), Tarab being the classical music genre of the Arab culture. Trap integrates Tarab into Hip-Hop through instrumentation and choice of beats, thereby creating an original output that naturally reflects the combination of I-Voice's surrounding culture and their modern frustration. 

I-Voice consists of two Palestinian rappers living as refugees in Lebanon: Yassine aka YEAH-SEEN and Mohammad Turk aka T.N.T. Their refugee camp in Lebanon is Burj Al Barajneh Camp, which resides only 91 Km north of their unreachable homeland. It all started when Yassine decided to build a 'camp record studio' in an old space, and considered it his headquarters for learning and teaching sound, recording, beat-making, and mixing along with interested residents of the refugee camp. I-Voice are now a widely spreading crew, who toured to tell their story to increasing crowds through Lebanon, Egypt, Spain, Italy, Belgium and USA.


    Im from the streets and to the streets here I come
    I gulped down the past and the future; I live in the present tense
    I hear the sound of a repressing submission
    The deterrent sound of tears
    I spent my whole life dreaming
    now the dream is over
    But I tried to live
    In pure happiness
    The dream ended up with extermination
    Distractions and leaderships malfunctions
    Drinking from stubbornness
    Increasing corruption
    And heres the childish man who called and called until sovereignty was leveled, then repeated it all again
    Im an exhausted teenager
    Monitored by Radars
    I see a hypocrite in a tunnel
    Trying to carry on
    Brothels in borrowed areas
    Development, Recklessness and Technology all leading to bitterness
    Every day the hood is raided by its neighbor
    These words I praise and when saying it my voice I raise
    I am Palestinian by civilization

    Wake up! Starting each day with problems for breakfast
    Walking in the camps roads everyday
    Alleys getting narrower and narrower
    Wake up!
    If you dont want to just stand in line
    Finish college and graduate with a janitor degree
    Reaching to the words spinning in my head
    PPPPalestinians with no frontiers
    A Kefiyeh tied up and cuffed, washed by innocent blood
    I have within me dreams and speeches
    To deliver Arab peace
    A murdered murderer
    Depression is his fate
    And if you ask, the answer is: scratched out
    Hey! The world is looted!
    This song goes to every mom
    Whose tears dropped and crawled to grasp a handful of homeland soil
    To every dad who fought, struggled and strove
    And didnt find himself a shroud
    Who paid the price?
    We did
    Whose bodies were buried?
    For every imprisoned kid
    All we have
    All we have is Kalashnikov and Bandages
    All we have
    Kalashnikov and bandages
    All we have

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