Philip - Kolkata Rap Cypher lyrics
Joe: All a heart needs is a beat of its own All a king needs is a crown and a throne The kid on the street needs a place called home While you look satisfied with that app in your phone A swear word hurts like a hurt man swears Lately I feel a need to f**ing disappear While you get busy cheering for the songs you never hear On my way to the top all I need is the stairs Another rhyme to reminisce about the hard times Reality is nice till it hits you like a punchline Overdue debts got you lining up to pay the fine If I don't speak the truth feel free to pay no mind I ain't taking a break I'm staying awake smoking a flake I'm rolling a J making my way double the pay I'm trouble for You don't get in my way I did a double time Cizz just the way you asked for and its about time we get a bigger cash vault Cizzy: অন্তঃসারশূণ্য কিছু মিথ্যা বড়াই, করতে আসিনি আজ লড়তে এসেছি লড়াই। যতই জড়াই নিজেকে মায়াজালে, সব বাধা পার করে চড়াই উতরাই পেরিয়ে আজ এসেছি গাইতে প্রতিবাদের গান। আজ পৃথিবী তে নেই প্রতিবাদের দাম। বিদ্রোহি আজ, আমি প্রতিবাদী আজ, একদিন শেষ করে দেবো দুর্নীতিরাজ। তাও জানি একদিন শেষ হবে এই অন্ধকার রাত, হবে নতুন প্রভাত সেদিনের স্বপ্ন দেখি দিন আর রাত আমি ভুলতে পারি না মা বোন দের অপমান। চারিদিকে শুনি হাহাকার, দেখে শুধু কাঁদে প্রান আমার। মানুষের মুখোশ পরে এ সমাজে ঘুরে বেড়ায় কতো দুপেয়ে জানোয়ার। যদি তুমি জানতে চাও আবার, কেন এত মাথাব্যথা শুধু আমার এ পৃথিবীর প্রতিটি ধুলোকণা আমার জীবনের পাওনাদার। চিত্ত ভয়শূন্য তাই করি অঙ্গীকার। প্রতিবাদ শুরু আজ, with this Kolkata Cypher Hardknok: I'm the reason my city has bragging rights My adam's apple has ammo for dragon fights I'm mad precise and appatize on a rappers vice who think they dominate... But ain't half as nice! The right conscience don't suffice for in sh** storms So I air out on mic'phones, gimme a psych-loan! Get hyped for too long or think you too strong? Now hold on a sec... What delusion is you on? The skin tone don't match my ebonic intones Maybe I got a reverse MJ syndrome! We on no less than chaos & turbulence Turn tables make you adore the odds we working with Even the b**h who's running my city admittedly feeling me Begging me to be her dark twisted fantasy Call the number Miss Banerjee, I'm not hung on humanity We can try bestiality Let go of reality Make it part of a gallery Of a city in shambles Kolkata is back! Hold Hip Hop responsible! Feyago: I remember back in the day All these kids used to play Now they're on their iPhones Playing video games Mom and dad gotta pay Coz the kids down the way They the same - don't let the pain drive you insane Coz - love is another word often mistaken with concern We live in one world, we still got so much to learn And our problems the same Coz we after the fame Ain't no rules to this game Fifteen minutes for each name Get a brand new house and a brand new car And a brand new life and a brand new wife Quit being so naive, quit being so nice There's monsters in your eyes Someone realize We got all these f**in' fools Making all these f**in' rules Pick and choose - put on your dancing shoes Another brand new house and a brand new car And a brand new life and a brand new wife Quit being so naive, quit being so nice There's monsters in your eyes Someone realize We got all these f**in' fools Making all these f**in' rules Pick and choose - put on your dancing shoes Philip: What you think of me is for yourself so hold your thought Or you'll be leaving here without a nose like voldemort You're stuck to your limits bro your simile's old My flow's too flexible like Emily Rose I'm a rap addict why to pop pills when I got the whole alphabet I don't lack in sh** brown dudes can rap and this is what an example is, get on a track and spit a habit like a butcher Just hacked a pig with similar tacts of rationalist stab a psycho a call it an accident I never get high I'm one of a kind just like a lonely star I ain't that fly I'm down to earth cause I got a homely heart that's seen more threats than Tony Stark's Always on the move like Tony Hawk Got my rhymes in a Samsung if you think that's dumb just call them phoney bars Talk of the devil you see him appear your mind is the medicine heart is the lure I wanna shine like Edison but I ain't Never been given the credits my name is of worth I know what lame is and how to differ but keeping it plain is what I prefer how cool can it be when you smoking some Weed brain fried with the heat is not what you deserve Harsha: The illest rhymer this side of the prime meridian Just k**ing time tryna find me a line to live within For a little while,and then I'm back to surviving As my brittle mind develops cracks deep inside it But even with hairlines under my hairline, I'm never dull I've got spare rhymes that tear eyes right up outta the skulls I could write about some gulls, and still be better than you The essence of this message is you can't k** this veteran dude Lettered in two languages, fettering you in bandages Threatening you evangelists, it's better if you abandon ship The Flying Dutchman on the oceans of rap Giving you a fighting chance,what kinda notion is that? Cos I'm atrocious with rap,I get abundant applause And I'm understating things when I say you have hundreds of flaws While you're a blunder of God I spit those thunderous bars That leave asunder the jaws of the crowd in wonder and awe Even when I mumble I'm raw, while you sound like a wreck, awfulness My rhymes'll turn your hometown to a necropolis While you clowns get cacophonous, to sound less monotonous This crowned vet of rottenness will drown threats in bottomless pits A nautilus sh**s bricks kinda depth, your mind is left blind and deaf I'm adept at rhyming best, climbing steps; I invest Time and stress till Simon says 'I'm impressed' A-List: First Bangalore, then Bombay, next Delhi Understand the flow, who was the best? Tell me Was it the west? Well, see, what you expressed was vast But we saved the best for last So respect the blast as you cover your eyes As I suffer the lies of s**ers who strive To cover up time, claim to hustle and grind Your only real struggle is the struggle to rhyme Everyone's a pioneer, just a bunch of gimmicks kid f** who started the scene, let's see who finishes I hear the weak chatter when this man speak But I gotta eat rappers 'coz they banned beef Show some heart son, what's the hating about? I got a sharp tongue, born with a blade in the mouth Bunch of misogynists I'm exhausted with Battle a h*mophobic rappper, give him box of dicks Give him box of dicks Give him box of dicks f** Misogynists Give him box of dicks Don't need pen and pad for the s**ers Ashwini Mishra, sanskrit for Bad Motherf**er