MY TRIBUTE RAP FREESTYLE TO WHERE I’M FROM: “KARACHI SON AIN’T NUTHIN NICE Im from where kids start smoking at birth So much pollution the government got no worth My city contain real thugs’ real Kalashnikovs’ ski masks all black Green rags like the sweet green leaf all pak. Gt road where pakis speed down like they bout to go family of five on back of a motorbike, tough like Ike, beating their wives like a soo tee After Maghreb drinking that sweet Lipton tea. Where the biscuits cost a buck fifty, literally a buck fifty. No lies just a bunch of vedaras with whiskers resembling hello kitty where girls, emulate all their Hollywood superstars and get picked up at hot spot Jangos thinking they hot shots rolling with security guards the size of a khandaan I’m from where danger is inevitable, winter times unforgettable Edhi Ambulances, this is a true story bullets swerve past you like a dance I from where car accidents happen and a town surround your car. Pushtun drivers long beards who stuff they mouth with tar. Where the Taliban evolved, and youngins brainwashed Babbling Over misconstrued religious scriptures, poor people in ditches, it’s sad but real life always bitching Where allahs always around, but we never seem to notice Hocus like magic I’m focused but most of them pakis ain’t balling like me. Shawn Bradley And i’m from the place where the mosque is the craziest and pakis always praying to god looking the laziest where you can’t put your burqas away, and say you won’t <b>…</b>