Rest In Paradise

Sez on the Beat, boy

Rest in Paradise, vo bhee binaa mare (mare-mare)

About to fuck the scene, pehle gilaa karen

Khokhe mein baath, uske baad milaa karen (yeah)

Ab deals bete ye triple commas mein milaa karen

Shah, hot wheels mein hum firaa karen

Baby ka booty shake meri pidaa hare

Garam floor, tikhe bars, main pakaauun in the kitchen

Favorite tera cooked, aanch ko thoda dhimaa karen

Sabakaa khaatmaa likhuun, nikaalun aatma

Bars nahin, ye yatnaa, gale pe maanjha kaanch ka

Paala dampishaach ka, tera favorite rapper laapataa

Too bachataa nahin agar too pukaarata naa Martha

Nasha Cali kee ghaas ka, One Mic baje Nas ka (bitch)

Scene ka Amitabh, leke jaaoongaa Mandwa (bitch)

Hater naa paad paaen baal hamaari jhant ka (bitch)

Respect meri mob, Golu, Ra, Honey, Badshah (yeah)

Main hoon rebel, I don't fuck with the boundaries (I don't give a fuck)

Smoking G's, jitne bade California palm trees

Politics naa karen, fir bhee jeb mein hai gandhi (paisa, paisa)

Career kabhi drop nahin hoga, jaise Yandhi

Ye cheetah bhaaree pade teri goat pe

Inako vo hee doongha, jo maanga gandhi ne, godse

Ye joker karne chale the saale Ikka ka roleplay

Hansoon naa jaise Raftaar Kapil ke show pe (shut the fuck up)

Soch aur pair kee moch naa aage badhane de

Twitter pe karte hate ye, binaa baath sadate ye

Ye vo hain jo school mein hote bully, ladkiyon se reject

Dost, bas social kee boat pe sigma bante ye (chus mera land)

Criticise karo, hate nahin, debate karo, escape nahin

Celebrate karo talent, usko rate nahin

Khud ke saath to real raho, karo fareb nahin

Stan, inako chal ke dikhaa too red carpet pe

Mahange se outfit mein, lambee see gaadi

Kriti ke saath party mein, har ek bade brand tak

Dhoni ke saath ad tak

Aur basti se maam, seedha bank tak (oh, yeah)

Ye dead soul Eminem ne inspire kee (maan kee qasam)

Kithnon ko inspire kare rachana ye shaayar kee (maan kee qasam)

Pataal kee gaharaai see is shaayar kee shaayari

Koyi raaj naa, jab baathen karti main aur meri diary

Ye saba Gucci-vucci, ye saba Prada-vrada

Binaa nark bhoge ye saba nahin mil paataa

Tha operation, hospital mein the admit mere paapaa

Karvaa naa paataa us din, agar studio naa jaataa

Wackshit mein feature tha aur paisa bhee aa raha tha

Mic par majaburi rakhkar honth main hilaa raha tha

Ye main nahin tha, halaat majaboor jo karvaa raha tha

Sapane bech Ikka zimmedaariyaan utaa raha tha

Fuck that, I don't need nobody's sympathy

Hotee hai kahaani different likhi gayi har winner kee

Paisa hai zaroori, par usse zyaada inner peace

Bhaghavaan baathen kare through my earpiece

Jo bhee kara, vo kara for survival

Hip-Hop meri Bible, har hustler hai idol

Shishe mein khada hai mera rival

Bholenath ka disciple, swarg rakhaa gane ka title