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Live At The Cold Brewery
Green Park
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shauharty
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pakeezah
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Dohnraj
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Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
But what's confusin' you
Is just the nature of my game, mm yeah
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
No rapper with a soul-more
If you chilling down in 4-4, get tuned with the folklore, precisely
Kurukshetra if you ask me, or Joel 3:9, bite me if you should
Just eat what i cater
If you don't then grab up and smash up the platter
Kal parso ko devdutt ki drishti mey aana
Mujhse fuck nahi chipaana, mujhse fuck nahi chipaana
Ayy, ankhein jaise aadhe ghante baatein peley
Adderal in the stu, or joh bhi that adi brought in
For BVB might wear the suit my dadi bought for me
She got it for a G, the units differs on what you prefer, er er er
Kaale ghode, lambe dodhe, sunday silence
Funny private shakal surat sirat fitrat, mey vashishth hu, parashar
Apne bhale ke liye maar kaat bhi kardu, that's me
Ay, my pocket needs no money
Only some to shove it up your face
So you better stop talking, brother
An awkward game of chess and checkers
More like an awkward case of chess and checkers
Where every move counts and you start moving better
Or you better move to kinda start getting apni chaal dheeli
Arsony maafik maange aaarti nahi
Well, all due respect for that one night though
Where all hell broke, and you kept your puns tight, right?
Wrong, scare not gallore, meri chalchitra better than yours
Captured in my canon shot, bang on stunt on a packed out floor
That's how it goes
The whole point of this is to you know, be of excellence
To be the entity who doesn't walk but owns a stampede
To be the one who needs no ammunition, because they know no bounds
To be the one who sees nothing at the end of tunnel
Because his path needs no light
One might, okay they might strike a chord
But it's a whole different thing to own it since the emergence
And that is what makes us us, and I, and I and me me and us
We don't poke, we snatch it all, from your mouth, from your hands
No stones left unturned, i checked it all
Strange to see a man so young be so free
I'm a caveman who could get my hands dirty
Because I wish to paint this all so dull
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