Baat ye saalo purani lage hai par kalki
Sun 2003 me ghatna jo naa the halki
Naa choote se ye baat the naa choota saa vo ladka
Bhuddi se bhe vo tej usme genius kaa tadka
Jab school tha vo jata teacher ko bhe khub bhaata
Class kaa topper bhe tha vo usko sab kuch aata
Par maa ke jaane ke baad naa jaane usse kiya ho gaya
Haa kho gaya vo apni dunia me vahe pe soo gaya
Fir downfall hone laga isse
Bole kuch nahe hoga tujhse
Papa Marks mange usse
Aukaat naapi hai uski kuch number se
To Bole mera kuch naa kasoor
Hari daalo ke beech me banna santri saa masoor
12 saal ki umar chada rap kaa ye shock tha
Honey singh ke gaane gaake bole rapper mai banungaa
Fir dekha noddy khan ko to soche kuch naa hoga
To chod diya iss craze ko aur bole ki sab bekar hai
Par 2019 me mile usse umeed
Aek Londa mila tha jo likhta kaafi tod rap tha
Ussne sunaya mujhe apna rap to socha maine shuru karte hai
2015 me jo choda use chalu karte hai
To lo aaj aapke saame gaa raha vo rap
Jisko dekh log bole kuch naa ye kar payega
Aab unki bhuddi me banke badal nbr chayega
Hai ayega apna time ayega
Soche log banda aab kiya naa kar payega
Par kuch naa jo mai naa kar paau
Apni rap ke sahare thume mai aab nachau
Heavy driver mai banake tumhe moj mai karau
Apne up me ghumake kuch rappeR se milake unke saamne mai bithake aab mai ye batau
Ki level he alag tera bhai kaa hai
Agar Faidaa he dekha to tu bhai kahe kaa hai
Agar tu muhfaad to hu mai bhe raftaar
Shekh chilli 2.0 me lagega time naa hai