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Smokey The Ghost
Smokey The Ghost
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Sumukh Mysore
Sumukh Mysore
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Soorya Praveen
Soorya Praveen
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Watch it watch it, when you say my name I walk the street nobody's in my lane Try and understand, I'm Indian rap god I've come to slay ya Hip Hop is in my veins, inks the blood and I don't entertain I ain't no Kurt Cobain, fuck the fame Don't forget my name If my enemies are demons I'm a god for sure Aur abhi kaafi samay pada mere marne ko Aur inko wajah bhi to deni hai na sadne ko Kaafi kuch karna hai panne sare bharne do They say you are what you eat Har din Goat har din eid Sare claim kare streets but They stay in the sheets Skeeet skeet beat a meat khudke mooh pe maare cheent Damn bro that's nasty Yeh khud maange bezzati Sochne me tezi ni par bol me parhez ni Mera aisa case ni ki soul becha page 3 Iron cage irony Yahi ke bars saved me I hit ya hit ya with tha 1 2 With my bandhu mr dumb dude you are done too U r my son too lele dhan tu poori sandooka Lage kam to I cum with my bandook (splat) Jab Bhi bhejoo bar Bheja bahar Raaa Watch it watch it, When you say my name I walk the street nobody's in my lane Try and understand, I'm Indian rap god I've come to slay ya Hip Hop is in my veins, inks the blood and I don't entertain I ain't no Kurt Cobain, fuck the fame Don't forget my name bruh Hit ya hit ya with a 1-2 Munda sun Tzu, use karda ni bandook Naal mere macha, Hip hop da taancha Delhi hoye land, lemme call that munda san cha E hai face of the underground Dekhda sikander, clown, mainstream number, bounce Taanvi tera career hoya jump nahi Real brown boys urey thok dinde trump, ni Shit, munda maar geya summersault Begairat, jamma maut, tensionan' main lawan not 3 fingers up yaara mohali Drug money, e gathi naiyo show waali Sunn kid, e hai business Rap de naam te karde piss ne Kaali gaddi kurte nahi dissde Paye, Pagg nu hath, tera hou wig, split Machwaare Bhaalde ne clickbait Jithe tu baitha thalle haiga mera dekh Culture ch vulture karan ghus pehat Karey kush attack, manage howey anger Baggy meri jean, levis ya wrangler Banne witness tera haiga main haan handler Watch it watch it, When you say my name I walk the street nobody's in my lane Try and understand, I'm Indian rap god I've come to slay ya Hip Hop is in my veins, inks the blood and I don't entertain I ain't no Kurt Cobain, fuck the fame Don't forget my name bruh Hit you, hit you with the one, two, three, and four If my enemies are demons I'm a god for sure Rhymes from temples, yet I'm off the dome I'm the prototype, noobie rapper Morf the clone Never lost my soul, to liquor so fuck a page 3 Flow so magnetic, ironically bars saved me The people from this industry chronically cause slavery (Bro that shit is nasty), Obviously, fame's shady Success is what you make it, be wary of what you choose Either you change your choices or choices will change you No Doubt, you're called a King in a court full of fake fools How can you be "Organic" with processed and paid views Look how Shahrukh has made moves, (hey) that's not a mention of Emiway Boy got the masses, but don't qualify heavy-weight Flows stuck in steady state, so after you say my name add san This is an anime, only machas my family Sippin on that Drunk monk, all my songs are unsung Here to make a lum sum I sum some I was at the Bar, Classicals the Rock Jim Morrisons I saw, Jimmy Hendricks on the wall As the Beatles tryna cross, saw a sign up on the road way When smokey goes to heaven he'll be grouped with asha bhosle Lennon turned to paul and he said, who the hell is smoke Paul said, "you be careful when you mentioning the ghost" Watch it watch it, When you say my name I walk the street nobody's in my lane Try and understand, I'm Indian rap god I've come to slay ya Hip Hop is in my veins, inks the blood and I don't entertain I ain't no Kurt Cobain, fuck the fame Don't forget my name bruh
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