Yeah... Fam on the track. No cap, no pen-pushers. Just pure rap. Sunn! (Verse 1) Lyrical lethal, main pen naal keda maaraan, Scene vich enterprise, main poori game waaraan. Karde si troll, hun maangde ne feature, Pehle din ton main Class A da teacher! Complex schemes, tera basic flow, Tu kare clout chase, mera status growth. Bars itne heavy, tera server drop, Desi hip-hop da main G.O.A.T. at the top! Underground grind ton aae main yahaan, Shabdan di goli, na chali koi kamaan. Tu kare fake claim, Instagram post te, Main real hu scene mein, fark samjh dost ye! Rhyme-book kholo toh milenge earthquake, Naam mera chalta hai, tera bas clickbait! (Chorus) Multi-syllable, main bars karun drop, No competition, full industry stop! Dilli ton Mumbai, ye sunte hain naam, Uncut hip-hop, seedha kare kaam! Yeah, multi-syllable, bars karun drop, Real rap hustle, no shortcut stop! (Verse 2) Tu kare automatic flow, mera manual drift, Every single line, it’s a mind-blowing shift. Pencil da pressure, tu jhel nai paayega, Agla verse sun ke tu ghar laut jaayega. Industry me saare bas mirror pe dekhte, Par hustle ki aag me sirf humi sekhte! Metaphor, simile, double-meaning punches, Mera track chala toh ye weak heart flinches. No fake ghostwriters, self-made king, Mic pe hoon jab bhi, it’s a lethal thing! (Outro) Check the record. No shortcuts, no ghostwriters. Fam on the mic. Peace out!
