[Verse 1: Arabic rap male MC, heavy kick and snare, fast oud riff, playful Arabic rap flow] Amman in the winter and I'm standin' at the door Roommate's uncle's majlis, cushions all across the floor Twenty men in a circle and they all stand up for me Old man with a dallah and a cup the size of a pea Pours a sip of coffee and he hands it to me slow Bitter cardamom, it hits me like a heavy blow I say wallah, that's amazin', and I hand the cup back And he fills it to the line again, no pause, no slack Roommate's lookin' at me funny, uncle's lookin' at the pot Nobody says a word, so I drink whatever I got [Hook: Arabic rap male MC, full beat, hand claps, chanted Arabic rap hook] Side to side, habibi, that's the only rule Shake the cup or he'll keep pourin' till you're shakin' like a fool Khalas, khalas, I can't feel my face Nobody told me, now I'm vibratin' out of place [Verse 2: Arabic rap male MC, fast oud riff, heavier drums, playful Arabic rap flow] Cup number twelve and my left eye's tickin' Cup number fifteen and my heart is doin' kickflips Cup number twenty, I can hear the carpet hum Uncle's cousins mutterin', who is he and where's he from Old man's pourin' steady and he never spills a drop He's been pourin' forty years and nobody makes him stop So it's me against the dallah and it's me against the man I'm sweatin' through my collar with a tremor in my hand Roommate leans in, bro, you're supposed to shake it I'm too far gone, I'm in it now, I'm gonna make it [Breakdown: Arabic rap male MC, oud flurry, the oud races his rhyme note for note while the drums pound] Twenty-five, twenty-six, I can taste the sun Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, now the old man's havin' fun Twenty-nine, he blinks, and I see his elbow shake Thirty, and the dallah's tremblin', every cushion in the place [Hook: Arabic rap male MC, full beat, hand claps, chanted Arabic rap hook] Side to side, habibi, that's the only rule Shake the cup or he'll keep pourin' till you're shakin' like a fool Khalas, khalas, I can't feel my face Nobody told me, now I'm vibratin' out of place [Verse 3: Arabic rap male MC, heavy kick and snare, playful Arabic rap flow] Thirtieth cup and he sets the dallah on the rug Looks at me a long time, lifts his own cup with a shrug Then he shakes it side to side, first time in his life And the room goes up like somebody just took a wife Whole room jumps up hollerin', yalla, yalla, he did it Uncle's on the phone, the whole family's gonna hear it Now they tell it in Amman, they call me Thirty Cups Every majlis that I walk in, every grandpa sits up And I ain't slept in nine days, I can see through time But next visit, habibi, I'll be shakin' it at nine [Final Hook: Arabic rap male MC, full beat, hand claps, chanted Arabic rap hook] Side to side, habibi, that's the only rule Shake the cup or he'll keep pourin' till you're shakin' like a fool Khalas, khalas, I can't feel my face Nobody told me, now I'm vibratin' out of place [End]
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