[Verse: GRAVITY]
Circle 'round for the cries of the shamans
My bars stink death but my scars are so Raman
Heart bleeds red but my heartbleeds are common
Arteries are blessed with my flow, temper sloth
And reality's for the people who can't face the drugs
My galaxies, Mandakini, I plan to rain the funds
My mind's a nebula, these signs ain't enough?
Then, what is a man who's mind's laced with drugs?
[Verse: Shaikhspeare]
Underground! That’s why they “dig” deeper
Clear the scene, I’m the “street” sweeper!
The one that keeps liquor, clit-eater
Making “lines” in this “circle” like stick figures!
Catching bodies like Mumbai-Pune Expressway
Hit your brain like reefah, take your stress away
I’m the Nusrat of Rap, the Hip-Hop Sufi
Down to my roots, pass that jadi-booti/booty!
[Verse: That Dude AJ]
Ayo! Manners maketh man rebel maketh manners count
This is my final fit against the blatant rapper sound
Pune city rappers coming through like an ambulance
Bombay Lokal swinging back and forth like a pendulum
A clash of the Titans, a clash of the egos
Be 1 with the 10 or get slashed to a 0!
But I don't want to be in the front
And technically Ghone has an end with the one
And so does this nation in crime
And so does equation of life
Circle 'round for the cries of the shamans
My bars stink death but my scars are so Raman
Heart bleeds red but my heartbleeds are common
Arteries are blessed with my flow, temper sloth
And reality's for the people who can't face the drugs
My galaxies, Mandakini, I plan to rain the funds
My mind's a nebula, these signs ain't enough?
Then, what is a man who's mind's laced with drugs?
[Verse: Shaikhspeare]
Underground! That’s why they “dig” deeper
Clear the scene, I’m the “street” sweeper!
The one that keeps liquor, clit-eater
Making “lines” in this “circle” like stick figures!
Catching bodies like Mumbai-Pune Expressway
Hit your brain like reefah, take your stress away
I’m the Nusrat of Rap, the Hip-Hop Sufi
Down to my roots, pass that jadi-booti/booty!
[Verse: That Dude AJ]
Ayo! Manners maketh man rebel maketh manners count
This is my final fit against the blatant rapper sound
Pune city rappers coming through like an ambulance
Bombay Lokal swinging back and forth like a pendulum
A clash of the Titans, a clash of the egos
Be 1 with the 10 or get slashed to a 0!
But I don't want to be in the front
And technically Ghone has an end with the one
And so does this nation in crime
And so does equation of life
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