[ INTRO ]
Shout out to J Trix and SubSpace
Let's do it!
I'm gonna start it right from where it was left
[ VERSE ]
Nafrat hata do toh kaamyaab sab
Aur sach ko apna lo toh jaankaar sab
Jab beat pe mai utroo toh shaandar verse
Mere bars mein mai shots leta glass bhar kar
Polar Easterlies, karu east side flow
Polar kyuki flow hai mera so ice cold
Karu pee (P) on your ease (iece)
Karu piece like I'm chopping
Mujhe chahiye nahi peace, fuck your peace sign yo
Du mai tujhe L, like you're driving for the first time
Pray before I take shots, like it's my lunch time
Tujhе nahi pehchaan nahi asli kalaa ka
Tera aankh terе gaand mein hai
That's why Imma call you Bum-Eye (Bamai)
Repping K-City, we're East Side, bitch
Tu hai karta fake DRIP on your IG
Remove karu "D" tere "DRIP" se mai quick
Karu (D)iss tujhe, damn tu hai R-I-P
Lyricism sick, uska proof mera rap
Khaali tera sar, now you're gonna cap
Hunger mere andar kaafi zyada
Kahi tujhe kha ke mita du na bhookh on a track
Na hai privacy, life tera see-through
Tu hai galat agar tujhe lage that I need you
Better leave me alone just like your girl did you
You call me a l(o)oser, Imma leave your bitch loose
And that line was a wordplay
Nahi kiya mean, yahi hai tera mera difference
Kyuki karta mai destroy beats
Nahi karta mai tere jaisa destroy innocence
Baap ke kamaayi se jo kabhi mere saamne
Aake tu karna chahta apna wrist watch flex
That means you're saying you're "flex-ible'' as fuck
That's why I'm gonna twist your neck
Re-check kar zara facts ko tu
Agar tujhe lage abhi bhi mai wack jo hu
Tujhe nahi chahiye war with the beast unleashed
Karu game tera end jab mai snap karu
Keeping it real, bata fake kyu mai act karu
Tera skill karu wrap jab bhi mai rap karu
Jaan lena karne mai wala hu yaha noise
Jaise engine, jab bhi mai track par hu
Struggle ka na bol kyuki I'm a born hustler
Seedhe dastak du mai tujhe maut ban kar
Mai hu scene mein aur tu hai bas transition mein
Toh phir karna nautanki tu bas tiktok par
Track pe mai fatta hu like I'm a bomber
Fatti hai teri like you're bombed on the count of 3,2,1
The kicks hit like a roundhouse
You can never take Crzwn down! (countdown)
Shout out to J Trix and SubSpace
Let's do it!
I'm gonna start it right from where it was left
[ VERSE ]
Nafrat hata do toh kaamyaab sab
Aur sach ko apna lo toh jaankaar sab
Jab beat pe mai utroo toh shaandar verse
Mere bars mein mai shots leta glass bhar kar
Polar Easterlies, karu east side flow
Polar kyuki flow hai mera so ice cold
Karu pee (P) on your ease (iece)
Karu piece like I'm chopping
Mujhe chahiye nahi peace, fuck your peace sign yo
Du mai tujhe L, like you're driving for the first time
Pray before I take shots, like it's my lunch time
Tujhе nahi pehchaan nahi asli kalaa ka
Tera aankh terе gaand mein hai
That's why Imma call you Bum-Eye (Bamai)
Repping K-City, we're East Side, bitch
Tu hai karta fake DRIP on your IG
Remove karu "D" tere "DRIP" se mai quick
Karu (D)iss tujhe, damn tu hai R-I-P
Lyricism sick, uska proof mera rap
Khaali tera sar, now you're gonna cap
Hunger mere andar kaafi zyada
Kahi tujhe kha ke mita du na bhookh on a track
Na hai privacy, life tera see-through
Tu hai galat agar tujhe lage that I need you
Better leave me alone just like your girl did you
You call me a l(o)oser, Imma leave your bitch loose
And that line was a wordplay
Nahi kiya mean, yahi hai tera mera difference
Kyuki karta mai destroy beats
Nahi karta mai tere jaisa destroy innocence
Baap ke kamaayi se jo kabhi mere saamne
Aake tu karna chahta apna wrist watch flex
That means you're saying you're "flex-ible'' as fuck
That's why I'm gonna twist your neck
Re-check kar zara facts ko tu
Agar tujhe lage abhi bhi mai wack jo hu
Tujhe nahi chahiye war with the beast unleashed
Karu game tera end jab mai snap karu
Keeping it real, bata fake kyu mai act karu
Tera skill karu wrap jab bhi mai rap karu
Jaan lena karne mai wala hu yaha noise
Jaise engine, jab bhi mai track par hu
Struggle ka na bol kyuki I'm a born hustler
Seedhe dastak du mai tujhe maut ban kar
Mai hu scene mein aur tu hai bas transition mein
Toh phir karna nautanki tu bas tiktok par
Track pe mai fatta hu like I'm a bomber
Fatti hai teri like you're bombed on the count of 3,2,1
The kicks hit like a roundhouse
You can never take Crzwn down! (countdown)
( CRZWN )
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