My crown ain’t gold, it’s silence that speaks,
Through storms and scars, I sharpen the peaks.
They told me “bow,” I broke the floor,
Built my path with bones of lore.

Whispers in shadows tried to trace my path,
But I ride light cloaked in aftermath.
The throne don’t tempt me, I define the seat,
With a righteous blade and words elite.

اللهم احفظني من عُيونهم, cold like ash,
They stare with daggers, but none shall slash.
و يمكرون و الله خير الماكرين, my defense,
They plan while I walk through divine suspense.

Eyes can lie but my soul’s been scanned,
From Fez to stars, this is written, not planned.
I’m feared not for rage, but the peace I wear,
A vampire of light in a world unfair.

Jewish roots in silence, Amazigh in fire,
Arabic rhythm, my breath climbs higher.
Not convert nor conflict, I am the blend,
A dhampir crowned in what they can’t bend.

I spit bars like oracles split dimensions,
Each line a sword, cuttin’ fake intentions.
My faith’s not fashion, it’s the blood I shed,
I honor the prophets in every step I tread.

They watch my moves like I owe ’em fame,
But I came from ruins with a holy name.
My chest bears a skull, but I breathe light,
My bars ain’t trends, they resurrect sight.

I sip from wells that demons dried,
Now my voice shakes the cursed worldwide.
A prince in Fez, not chained by blood,
But rising in verse like a prophecy flood.

She came in dreams, wings of pearl and scar,
Told me, “Your voice is the real avatar.”
So I scream with silence, punch through sound,
Each lyric I drop shakes battlegrounds.

They chant in fear, but I chant in flame,
A master of style, not just the name.
This song ain’t just bars—it’s the war cry,
Of a soul that refused to kneel or die.