Yeah! This is return of the poertry, I'm back
again.
Back to the old school shits I gotta rap again.
I'm writin, rappin it til my throat get fuckin
pain.
Fuck gadgets, All I need is paper, a pad and
pen.
I'm likka vapour evaporatin' to top bitch
I'll blow you up Changin myself to that tough
breeze.
I'm not a celebrity, neither I'm a star baby
I'm Just Hungry for mics Killin with the bars
maybe!
Started off the ground with a whack fuckin
verse.
Look at me now everywhere my glow is on
disperse.
There's my soul in my music. music in my
soul.
Changin the world, writing name in history my
goal
My property, my strength, i is music
My rhymes likka soul in those beats I gotta
fuse it.
So kick your ass off to grindin' bro!
Cuz, Pratyak safaltako raaj sangharsha ho!!
Its N to the E followed by a fuckin' PZ
My A-capella's enough, I don't need fuckin'
DJ
I'm spittin' up my venom, n you're gonna be
deceased-Hey!
Don't ever try to fuck wimme, you're
compared to my dickhead!
Bitch! Three years in the game, without a crew,
that's so reckless.
Supportless, a One-Man Army fought so
ruthless.
I worked my ass off, to lift my grace up.
Not for the fame, no money, but for passion!
But these motherfuckers underrated me.
Those wannabe sluts got overrated bitch!
Nobody in limelight understanding me
My passion, my devotion, all my strategies
Upliftin the platform everybody ever dreamt of
Individual selfish hearts? We gotta shrink off
If one is shoutin, others watchin. Its
impossible
But we can make it possible, only if we are
teamed up
Yeah, Only, only if we're teamed up.
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