No limit music.
I write what I feel like writing
I admit I look a bit funky
Emotional and a bit funky
And if I don't get along with you,
why are you standing here?
Get out of here
Run,
run,
run,
some rappers are called Daal,
some are Dalbarabar and the rest are called Saag
But I don't feel like going to Susie,
she took a bite now she's acting woozy
She looks Italian,
I said excuse me,
senora wanna join me in a jacuzzi?
I'm a bit naughty, a bit careless
You ask me about myself, I'll tell you the same
It doesn't matter what anyone thinks
Those who recognize me without knowing me,
they fly away
Those who want to lick their asses,
listen to them
They say we don't even count rappers,
right?
They say we're not rappers,
we're killers of rappers
I'm scared, I'm on fire, my body is burning
They say my flow is hot, my flow is soft
Whoever says they're hard, they're hard
I'm ashamed to be hard, it's an art
And hard is a lot of things, hard is this mic
My bell is ringing nightly, hard is my bite
Running fight with a light spike Coming at
your face in the night like a bright light
Switching back and forth when I want from Mughrazi to Urdu
You're cold like you live in a skull,
I'll just make you talk
Let the noise make you talk until I fill them up
Desi boy, wrong flow, this is a tour
I've told you so many times, I'm not like you
I just keep on scoring,
I ain't looking at the score
All the boys understand all my words
Desi boy,
wrong flow,
this is a tour I've told you so many times,
I'm not like you