[Intro]
Emiwayyy..
Come out to playyy..

[Verse]
Itni bhi kya jaldi thi marne ki
Tujhe shauk hai, auron ka borrow karne ki
Fir bhi kar paya nahi spit, kyunki
Shayad aadat hai tujhe swallow karne ki

Femiway, ek saanp ke barabar
Mera ek gaana tere 8 ke barabar
Height teri chhoti, aata naak ke barabar
Par rap tera lage, mere jhaat ke barabar

Saale aag ke barabar, mera flow har bar
Karoon barbad, tera pura sansaar
Du seedha lalkaar jaise me hoon sarkaar
Kholun tere chal baal, fadoon teri salwar

Barbaadi kari mene har baari
Teri manmani mujh pe na chal paari
Kamaya tune ghanta ni, banna saala Ambani
Sehta nahi drama main, main na koi Bhansali

Ye hai seedha game over
Karoon maar ke chapet tera make over
Apne fans kho diye tune fake ho kar
Main lambi paari ka khiladi, chote le le ja ke ek over
Kholun jo bhi khaata, toh khatam karne ka waada, meri haar ka vichaar tere sapno me
Gaana lage sada, koi na nata, apne lyrics se toh zyada aajkal dhyan deta tu kapdo pe

Kafan me dafan hai tere saare armaan
Chhoduga main zakham mere bhale haath baand
Sachchai na hai hazam par meri baton me wazan, chhoo le charan, dharam hai rap, garam hai tapmaan
Chaar foot saat tera naap, issi liye mere level pe kabhi na kar paya hai tu baat
Puri karoon aas, tere kholun saare raaz
Tu toh ghaans me ek saamp, chhote me hoon Baghbaan

Hip Hop tune sambhala?
Itna jhoot toh main expect ni karta
Kyunki such baat ye hai Emiway
Hip Hop me tujhe koi respect ni karta

Hasste hai tujhpe bro
Kabhi dekh facebook pe bro,,
Aaj kal Tony James, pakde teri pony tail
Aur bole tujhe fat fat jhookne ko

Facts bro
Ye toh saare facts bro
Main hoon Gmail, tu toh lage fax bro
Chaante maar ke bulwaoon tujhe sorry
Jaise Tory Lanes ne bulwaya tere dost Dax ko
Backstroke, maroon me beat me, dive maroon me geet me
Tujhe Maloom tu weak hai, sirf gaano pe cheekhe
Hum saaron se neehche
Sindhoor kab daalogi tum baalon ke beech me?

Peeche hatne waala ni, mujhe dikhata ujala ni
Dilli se leke Dharavi, handle tu kar para ni
Lagaya maine naara ni, fir bhi kabhi haara ni
Diss ni nikala, kyunki tujh se likha jara ni

Boloon me dubara ni, ab lagega bhandara bhi
Lage tu harami, aur chhoda hai tune chara ni
Par karunga main waada, rap pe jab aata
K lagega zyaada, jaise beta ye Balaji

Quality bars, you just want to be Russ
You want to be hard, you want to be Em
You want to be a star
You just wanna be a wanna be, I wanna be apart

See I’ve been around way before this clown, ever could rap, set a lyrical trap, critical mass, then I takeoff

Now he tryna reply with that typical crap
Smack his ass back, got his Umbilical wrapped around a chainsaw

Don’t ever fucking rap in English again, just sit and pretend, while I
Pillage a villages of 10 with a militant pen, I am the illest of them
You ain't making no sense i’m dropping lyrical gems
Reply dene ka tujhme dum ni
Vela hai akela, time kam ni
Paltu nahi main hoon jungli
Tu bakri jo sher ki pehnke gohoome chamri

[Outro]
K.R dollar sign, maloon hai naaaa
Bajayenge, ye thak thak karenge toh fatke bhi khayenge