Badi mera bus meet kha ke wo haj pe chali
Kasme mein rasmo ki baan ke kudi hum jala dete
Maante na kiski bhi haan
Phir jaan lete uski jo kaan bharta tera phir maar lete whisky bhi
Beda mere bin
Na pura hai yeh scene
Na hua hai yeh ek raat me mere jasbaat me tha yaqeen
Thoda baut mean
Thoda baut chill
Aur bolunga main sach baat yeh tera bas baap main
Bede chill
Jo bhi tu bolega wo na kabhi main chununga main na kabhi bhi sununga
Tere gaane yeh laga wo karunga main to alag hi chalunga
Tere bandi ko melunga mere gaane main
Aur leke main gumunga usse theke pe chumunga
Tu to bete hi dekha bete jaane de
Label ko karta na call back
Jabhi wo bole mujhe tu gaane de
Logon ko bole mujhe tu taane de
Takhi aur likh saku gaane main mera dhyan
Izzat hai paane main tabhi nahi likhu tere jaise abhi gaane main mera plan
Kaafi alag kiya maine kaafi grow gaye
Baaki yeh latak hone wala hu main blow
Kabhi deta na main fuck copy karein mera flow
Lobe dekhein bete sab
Yo
I'm King Solomon
I conquer like the Ottomans
I make the law in Parliament
The problem is you caught up in this
I am the product of people calling him
Osama bin Othman
I give it to you raw
When I'm seizing an economist
You drop it with the minerals and vitamins
Too little for the fireman
You listen in your mind and spin to get the subtitles
And to get up to the height I'm in a Burj Khalifa
Swinging like a Spiderman
Stepping up the bat again and rocking like a freebie
Knock it out the field now I'm popping out your TV
Drop it like a CZ
Nobody out can see me
I'm pocking out the wheezy
Nawazuddin Siddiqui
Master like Aladdin to a genie
Poet like Allama Khalid
Teach me
Hungry like it's Ramadan
So feed me another rapper's head
And regard it as my edhi
I'm from the gutter
I'm from the gutter
Rappers tryna copy
But stutter like me
No other hit me
But I drop you
And smell the eye
Been a sputter since the video shot
Up inside the arm
Burnt a burqa
Born on Layla
Took out the goblets
My mother hustled till I lie
In my Kaaba
Got too much of it
Every day I start
With a fudgy fight
For my brother's freedom
And the rights of each other
All skin and color in my
Flow sharp
Coming like a razor blade
I pave the way
Daga dodge when I spray grenades
They hate my face
Cause I made it through the hater face
Now face to face
With labels I don't take the bait
They make you fake
Sell you like a slave to trade
You may just say Dr. Kong
And I save your day
But I drop vital signs
Like Junaid Jamshed
Public enemy number one
Flavor Flav
Like Master P
I don't got no limit
I'm a God flow finish
A Picasso image
Unite pock in India
Like Alco's British
Survival of the fittest
I'm the top row winning
Let me kick it
But I flow sick and wicked
With this lit time bomb
Steady ticking all these critics
Wanna pick it on my rats
Wanna spit it
Only thing you hear is freak
It's a cricket
When suave I cut it
So wicked
Blah blah blah
Blah blah blah
Blah blah blah
Blah blah blah
Blah blah blah
Bow down to the king
It's my time now
Build kiya scene mere ilm ka
Bkhaye jao aag se jala de
Sida maarte Chamathe
Gar denge saale
Kabhi mere samne toh aao na
Peet piche mere baate
Chodey, hote chaudey
Kyun ke abhi haath nahi khole
Hunye kauley
Magar inke daatey thodey
Kalam pistol khore, kaagis raak kar chode
Yeh lafzon ka daldal hai, tere liye kankar hai
Manzar hi manzar hai, tu chote bandar hai
Lehre yeh meri, wo dube samandar mein
Thane bula rahe hai, yaar mere andar hai
Kaunsi sadak tera, sab kuch hi banjar hai
Dil te dhadakta hai, inkais jangal mein
Bhooke hain kaafi hai, baars ka pith langar hai
Manzar hi manzar hai, bhaarana khandar se
Tech flow on a psycho beat
Meri rhymes ko Dean and a Mike Gordy
Voice kala ki diwane tabhi likhe
Itne gaane main na hota to yeh scene se hi ghaib ho
Ji, bulletproof jaise Luke Cage
Lete yeh shots jo guzre bhi na chuke
Lekhe jansbaat yeh dil aise loote
Mausam yeh khaas, sab shohrat ke bhooke
Phool lipte kaaton mein, aankhon hi aankhon mein
Karte wo baatein, jo duniya samjhana sakhi
Taare gin raaton mein, nafrat hai
Daagon se dil ko bailaatein, kiyamat badi
Ilzaam lage, kaafi par jaane de
Andhere yeh kaatil zamane gaye
Ahad sunaide, virane mein
Hakikat dhoonde, har fasare mein
There huen hai, khuda ke ishaare pe
Duniya nishaane pe, khud ko samale
Weh ghaafil bhi waqif, wo kiske sahare pe
