Hack
So .. you gonna hack me huh?
Don’t hack me, its gonna turn me on
I am gonna grab the mollah’s collar and cause trouble (jump him)
its gonna happen that I might follow you and force a kiss out of out grab your collar, not a big deal, its just for fun
If the edge of your collar is dirty it will look bad
like the dirty collar of a simpleton
you that thinks its demeaning if someone grabs a hold of your collar go force a kiss from someone who matches your kind
you say the mulla’s collar is not open, wont give up a kiss
The mullah with an open or closed collar is rickety and pathetic
You know all about the mullah’s neck scarf and his balls
go learn something then start making noise
you say my words are thorny, they are messing with you
be polite, keep respect, there are families here mate
you say use indirect words, make them artistic
like the poetry of some maestro, shoot from the hips
the story is that we taken down the curtains
manners and etiquette are out the door
you are still confused, haven’t got my meaning
it’s the rhythm that shakes the breasts
the tits bounce (shake), they make the whole world shake
but over here, we are dealing with brains and minds sir
leave the tits and breasts alone, focus on the brain sir
this same song will make the earth shake
I know, I know its hard for you to understand
Chorus - In Gilaki:
He hacks me and thinks he is somebody of importance
I can take a hundred people like you to unmentionable places
take a look at these foul, dirty bastards
that devil temps me to throw obscenities at them
Like this guy who is not even worth 2 cents, doesn’t wipe his ass the opium smoking sermon preacher, who is now somebody (a mullah) what, you are now a Grand Master?! (Religious ranking reserved for the most learned scholars of Islam) you that looks like a toad and neither you or those that surround you are not even worth my two balls ...
The answer to each of your fists, is a fist full of song
lets see if a fist is more effective or my song
when I put my songs at home into my mobile
my words are thought to the kids
when they read my poetry instead of religious texts
its getting harder to tell stories to these people
when the huskiness of my voice becomes a thorn in your eye
don’t brag with big words to Shahin
because we are modest, pure and reverent
you have broken and you know it yourself too
show a bit of self respect sir