[Verse 1: Desi hip-hop male MC, booming tabla-laced drums, fast playful Hinglish flow] Sunday at Nani's and the whole clan came through Thirty-one cousins and the uncles and the aunties too Biryani in the pot and the chutney on the side Pressure cooker screamin' like it's tryin' to take a ride Sixty-two hands and they cleared every plate Every pakora, every roti, didn't even wait Then there's one samosa sittin' on the platter in the light Golden, fat and perfect, and nobody take a bite Arre, Chacha points it at Chachi like a gift Chachi passes it to Masi with a smile and a lift Masi slides it to my cousin with a little tiny shove Cousin slides it back to Chacha with a whole lotta love [Hook: Desi hip-hop male MC, full beat, bouncy Desi hip-hop hook] Arre, please, beta, after you One samosa and the whole room's stuck like glue Uncle says no, auntie says it too Nobody touch it, yaar, what we gonna do [Verse 2: Desi hip-hop male MC, deep 808 bass, sharp sitar riff] Hour two, yaar, it's a summit, it's a treaty, it's a war Papa offers it to Nani, Nani offers it to all Bhai, I'm watchin' from the corner and my stomach's makin' sound The samosa's gettin' cold, it's gettin' sad, it's gettin' round Auntie Pinky says she's fastin', Uncle Bobby's on a diet Everybody's lyin' and the whole room's kinda quiet Then my mama gives the look, the one that says don't you dare Beta, if you touch it, you'll be eatin' air Hour three, Nani's sleepin', Chacha's checkin' cricket scores Samosa in the middle like it's guardin' all the doors [Hook: Desi hip-hop male MC, full beat, bouncy Desi hip-hop hook] Arre, please, beta, after you One samosa and the whole room's stuck like glue Uncle says no, auntie says it too Nobody touch it, yaar, what we gonna do [Bridge: Desi hip-hop male MC, thali clinks, bright spoons clinking on steel plates join the drums] So I stand up, grab a knife, and the whole room freezes Slice it once, slice it twice, slice it thirty pieces Little golden crumbs, one for everybody in the house Nani, Chacha, Masi, me, and a crumb for Pinky's spouse Now it's fair, now it's equal, now it's peace across the land Then my cousin says his crumb is smaller than the one in my hand Masi says hers is only crust, Chacha says his got no peas And the war starts up again, louder, bhai, if you please [Final Hook: Desi hip-hop male MC, full beat, the clinking plates still going, biggest Desi hip-hop hook] Arre, please, beta, after you One samosa and the whole room's stuck like glue Uncle says no, auntie says it too Nobody touch it, yaar, what we gonna do [End]
