Fadel

(Record scratch, beat drops)

Yo, mic check, one two, hear the rhythm pump!

This the tale of Fadel, ain't no chump!

From France he came, where the good life flows,

To Mauritania's sand, where the hot wind blows!

(" AH HELL NAH ")

Fadel, they call him Predator, a name that rings,

Left Parisian streets, spread his mighty wings.

Heard the call, a mission in sight,

Traded city lights for the desert night!

( "RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-OH. GOD!")

Packed his bag, boots tight, ready for the sun,

Mauritania's heat, the journey's begun!

(HEY!)

Landed in Nouakchott, dust in the air,

Faces all around, showing that they care.

Laughter in the breeze, a joyful sound,

But Fadel's got a focus, solid and profound!

(A short laugh - "yeah HaHa!")

Moves like a shadow, quick and so keen,

A warrior's spirit, a powerful scene.

Eyes on the horizon, sharp and so clear,

Protecting the people, banishing all fear!

( "CLICK CLOCK BANG!")

Whispers on the dunes, the stories unfold,

Of Predator's presence, brave and bold.

Strength of a lion, heart so true,

Fighting for justice, for me and for you!

("ROAR")

From France to the sand, a journey so grand,

Fadel the Predator, taking a stand.

On the ground, day and night, in the burning heat,

Standing for what's right, can't be beat!

(الله اكبر!)

Remember the name, etched in the desert's sway,

Fadel the Predator, here to stay.

From France he arrived, his purpose defined,

In Mauritania's heart, peace he will find.

(Beat fades)

Word up! Predator! (fadel is back, fadel is back fadel iiiisss BACK!)