Writer's Block
Nova
The batch of 1997
Still connected
Raat ke 4:26 pe baitha hu mai beat pe
16 dots page pe aur shabd kuch ajeeb se
Kamre mei andhera hai toh zyaada dikh raha na kuch
Mitti itni face pe ke paudhon ko bhi seench de
Laundon ki hostelon se zyaada paper on the floor
Pen se karu click-clack, jaise woh Kalashnikov
Sar khuja khuja ke laal kar chuka hu mai
Pair karte shake jaise 4 beats on the floor
Loop hori groove, kick se leke snare tak
Bass bole beta tik na paaega tu der tak
Hat meri high hai woh kuch bhi karti jaa rahi
But all that I can do is mumble incoherent swearwords
Chalaayi Carter II for some inspiration
Weezy maare punchlines harder than my math paper
Par, par ek verse bhi khatam mai kar na paa raha
Man I don't wanna do this anymore, see you later!
2-4 ghante baad khuli aankh meri
Chashma pehna, khichi kursi, lag gayi kachehri
Fir maine socha kyu mai karu rap Hindi mei
Waisey bhi Angrezi waale achche yahan ginti ke
And then I felt the beat for another minute
Did some of my Googles just so that I stay consistent
I had a vision, man I was confident
I ate the bitch up like black people eat chicken
I was efficient, spitting with some precision
My words would hit 'em hard, I am a rapper on a mission
With these lyrics I'm gifted, a magician with this alchemy
How I turn your speakers into gold with these rhapsodies
I rap this heat, cuz it's a bangin' beat
Man you have to see them talk shit behind my back, quick!
Screw the haters, I got better things to work on
Oops I just forgot, I had to make some Hindi rap shit
Teen hafte baad aaya mujhe yaad
Oh fuck, karna maine gaana hai
Simple si ek lead pe chadhaayi bassline fir
Pakda ek mic, dekh rhymes kaisi aayi fir
Kill, karna tha mujhe ek-ek beat ko
Skill, tha itna ke na karta mai repeat flow
Bill, bharne they par nachaana bhi tha bheed ko
Drill, ni bete yeh hai old-school cheat codes
Ay, and I go silly with the raps
I been through lotta shit but now I'm mentally intact
Chaar saal baitha side mei, committed to attack
Now I'm Ghalib in these streets, puttin' Dilli on the map
Views ni mujhpe, par fir bhi I'm relaxed
Kyuki fans mere kam, lekin Nova unka Top-3
Mai karta time spend on all of these rhymefests
Man I love this shit, yeh koi sarkaari job ni
The batch of 1997
Still connected
Raat ke 4:26 pe baitha hu mai beat pe
16 dots page pe aur shabd kuch ajeeb se
Kamre mei andhera hai toh zyaada dikh raha na kuch
Mitti itni face pe ke paudhon ko bhi seench de
Laundon ki hostelon se zyaada paper on the floor
Pen se karu click-clack, jaise woh Kalashnikov
Sar khuja khuja ke laal kar chuka hu mai
Pair karte shake jaise 4 beats on the floor
Loop hori groove, kick se leke snare tak
Bass bole beta tik na paaega tu der tak
Hat meri high hai woh kuch bhi karti jaa rahi
But all that I can do is mumble incoherent swearwords
Chalaayi Carter II for some inspiration
Weezy maare punchlines harder than my math paper
Par, par ek verse bhi khatam mai kar na paa raha
Man I don't wanna do this anymore, see you later!
2-4 ghante baad khuli aankh meri
Chashma pehna, khichi kursi, lag gayi kachehri
Fir maine socha kyu mai karu rap Hindi mei
Waisey bhi Angrezi waale achche yahan ginti ke
And then I felt the beat for another minute
Did some of my Googles just so that I stay consistent
I had a vision, man I was confident
I ate the bitch up like black people eat chicken
I was efficient, spitting with some precision
My words would hit 'em hard, I am a rapper on a mission
With these lyrics I'm gifted, a magician with this alchemy
How I turn your speakers into gold with these rhapsodies
I rap this heat, cuz it's a bangin' beat
Man you have to see them talk shit behind my back, quick!
Screw the haters, I got better things to work on
Oops I just forgot, I had to make some Hindi rap shit
Teen hafte baad aaya mujhe yaad
Oh fuck, karna maine gaana hai
Simple si ek lead pe chadhaayi bassline fir
Pakda ek mic, dekh rhymes kaisi aayi fir
Kill, karna tha mujhe ek-ek beat ko
Skill, tha itna ke na karta mai repeat flow
Bill, bharne they par nachaana bhi tha bheed ko
Drill, ni bete yeh hai old-school cheat codes
Ay, and I go silly with the raps
I been through lotta shit but now I'm mentally intact
Chaar saal baitha side mei, committed to attack
Now I'm Ghalib in these streets, puttin' Dilli on the map
Views ni mujhpe, par fir bhi I'm relaxed
Kyuki fans mere kam, lekin Nova unka Top-3
Mai karta time spend on all of these rhymefests
Man I love this shit, yeh koi sarkaari job ni
Credits
Writer(s): Prateek Lidhoo
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