REPLICA – ريبليكا Lyrics – Abyusif – أبيوسف

REPLICA – ريبليكا Lyrics Meaning

[المقدمة]
A casual start, like saying “alright, let’s go.”

[المقطع]
Abyusif starts by saying that other rappers think they’re rising, but they’re stuck in a small space where their heads hit the ceiling — he’s showing they have limits while he breaks through them. He points out how trends come and go fast, and those who follow them burn out quickly. He mocks how they talk a lot and make demands but can’t back them up with real talent. Even when they try to show off, their numbers and influence keep dropping, like their fame is drowning.

He raises his voice proudly because he’s not comfortable whispering or staying quiet. He says he’s wiped away nonsense from his work, climbed up, and even killed the sun metaphorically — meaning he’s outshined everyone. He jokes about being filmed, swapping gadgets, and compares his creativity and lyrics to precise tools. He breaks down the fake energy of others — if they challenge him, he’ll break their confidence and pride. Their obsession with personal beefs makes him reject their handshakes. He throws weather metaphors, saying he’s bringing storms of truth to wake them up.

He calls out weak beats and boring performances, asking sarcastically what kind of dance style they have. He punches through them lyrically and mentally, reading their expressions easily and making them lose their cool. When they make mistakes, he just lets them panic and run. His voice alone is strong enough to shake them. He compares himself to a skilled worker or even a prophet being asked for a secret recipe — people want to know how he does it. When others criticize him, he doesn’t care; he’s connected and in control. Even a single look from him has power, like a laser cutting through.

He jokes about small differences meaning big things — like how sushi is expensive while they’re cheap. He paints funny pictures: after them, the scene becomes rich again while they fade out. He calls them cows in a garden, clueless, while he brings rare, high-quality music from far away. He brags about being popular but still staying real, not selling out even though his music could easily make money. He says other rappers press buttons hoping for results, but his creativity can turn them from stars to vegetables in seconds.

He mentions getting cheap merch from Romania as a jab at how others fake their success. He doesn’t listen to those rappers and doesn’t pretend to like their stuff — his compliments are never fake. He only listens to a few artists he genuinely respects. He jokes that he didn’t quit rap; he just took a break and came back stronger. He says he’s not himself if he starts doing what people expect. His music isn’t for trends, fancy outfits, or trying to please crowds.

He throws humor about style, saying even if people compare him to legends like Hercules, he’s in his own lane. He mocks fake love — someone didn’t love him, just his credit card. He enjoys deep vibes and fun, not fake philosophy. He admits he barely knows Plato but doesn’t care — he’s about realness, not pretending to be smart. He laughs at others acting possessed or weird just to get attention. He doesn’t use fake online codes or emojis to express himself. What scares others most is his flow — once he raps, they’re done.

He compares his voice to old-school radio waves — classic but powerful. He plays with words, correcting himself as he goes, showing confidence and wit. He says he’s naughty, wild with his beats, and sweet like candy but still tough. He taunts other rappers who try to copy him — calling them “replicas.” He says he’ll always speak his mind, even if it annoys people. But he doesn’t even consider some of them real rappers.

He addresses someone younger who misunderstood him, explaining that he wasn’t trying to poison or attack them, just being real. He says youth doesn’t mean being bad — but it means being inexperienced. He calls out jealousy and says it shows clearly on their faces. He compares his words to punches that make them finally listen. He isn’t scared of anyone, his choices are his own — even if others try to look down on him. He mocks how money and fake rappers fill the scene, while real hip-hop suffers. He ends powerfully, saying he devours his rivals without thirst, stays active, and doesn’t need to brag. He declares himself the best Arabic rapper — no lies, no doubt.

[الخاتمة]
Ending calmly with his name, closing the track confidently.