Lal Killa

It's easy for real, man
It's Mickey!

Esoteric with an exo spirit
I live outside myself with these mellow lyrics
My fellow theorist with the pharaoh's image
I'm on the record this a hoodie carmelo scrimmage
They don't wanna see me in the fourth quarter
The porsche ordered, breaking barriers across waters
We cross borders cause the bars flawless
Built tough the chorus is the engine in a ford taurus
Or a Lamborghini, out in santorini
I lay the bread flat down like I had paninis
The well dry, from New York back to Delhi
Felt fly, East Coast Elzhi with hell vibes
My Origin, that's the beginning story
Maybe it's just the alcohol, pour liquor for me
It's a nightmare, Jason met Freddy come and get me
It's Factz!

What it feel like? pretty fuckin dreamlike
Pull up to the scene, smoke it green, that's a green-light
NYC-and-Delhi, single team, now they can't breathe right
Fellas gettin' jealous and green, we'd crush em weed-like
Seem like pretty fuckin dreamlike
Pull up to the scene, smoke it green, that's a green-light
NYC-and-Delhi, single team, now they can't breathe right
Fellas gettin' jealous and green, we'd crush em weed-like

Walking in the footsteps of greats, I might be Jay-
-walking all over their lane, yeah just stay honkin'
They can't face no Factz, no cap, really straight talking
Putting Dilli up on the map, Empire State dockin'
Nawabi flow, evoke the home of Lal Killas
Bloody red painted walls, the pavement paan spitters
I see them whining in bars, cryin' "haram, sinner!"
All 'cause I outpour em all -- spirited jaam sipper
Tell me who rhyme sicker? lining up frowns - fikar
Keep with the gossip, I'm still talk of the town - zikar
Rub me the wrong way, you really won't be found idhar
Cause I was scent for your neck, like you done found Ittar (geddit?)
That's a stank face bar
Yeah the placement top notch, you cats couldn't reach that far
Don't pussyfoot around the king, the T-Sultan

What it feel like? Pretty fuckin dreamlike
Pull up to the scene, smoke it green, that's a green-light
NYC-and-Delhi, single team, now they can't breathe right
Fellas gettin' jealous and green, we'd crush em weed-like
Seem like pretty fuckin dreamlike
Pull up to the scene, smoke it green, that's a green-light
NYC-and-Delhi, single team, now they can't breathe right
Fellas gettin' jealous and green, we'd crush em weed-like



Credits
Writer(s): Armaan Yadav, Avinash Kumar
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