[Part I]

[Verse 1: Rap Demon]
Wo gale pad gayi, pasand use hugs
Aur dusri ki hawas mere lafz
Bhai teesri mein sharam ke nai signs
Chauthi cross kare lines
Paanchvi ka main hi drug
Aur chhati doctorate, pakad leti nabz
Naam uska Hazel, and I make her go nuts
Yaani ki jaani mere fucks bhi masroof
Toh main waqt ko fazool kaise tumpe kar doon kharch?
Give and take, matlab izzat de izzat le
Sach ka ye kadva jaam kar de inka liver fail
Basaarat mein nai dikhta, par main deta picture clear
Idhar dekh studio gangster, bitch, I’m here
Bigger stakes, bigger figures, liquor, middle age
Sheron ke tole mein kidhar bhed? Chal nikal be
Screens and lenses inke bante armor vest
It's time for death
Jab mere boys viking mode pe hain nikalte
Riddle me this, inka future kyun nai banta?
Yeh jisko kehte pen game, lund pe likhti janta
Aaye din giraaun inpe facts waala malba
When they wanna rhyme like Demon
When they wanna sound like Talha
Yeh aainay mein dekhein toh aks kahe, “Sudhar ja”
Main wo lafz hi na likhun jisse mattha nai pighalta
Tu studio mein baitha, betay booth se nikal ja
Aur humein na batayi ke tu moot ke nai bharta
Naachna toh naach aaja saath mein shaitan ke
Aankh mein na dekh kar bole comments waali raand yeh
Ho gaya je mattha tata, hun tuhanu aaram je
Pai gayi ke nai thand teri, jaan de
Kaahe ka comparison? Tu kaake aake kaam dekh
World in my rear view, hum bas aage pe dhyaan dein
Hum le aate cash, tum bas lekar aate laanatein
Noon ho ya raat inki meme mere laam se
Diya tha mauka, tumne bakna tha jo bak liya
The king’s back, toh saare katto, takhliya
Pin pack aati ab nashe ki ashiya
Woh kehti, “Baby, tera flow feels like manshiyat”
Wo karti gandi baat, slip hoke DM mein
Ho jaati paani-paani, chaahti mera DNA
Wo kehti, “Koi nai ghar pe” I pull up DHA
Uske papa religious
Par wo love chaahti hai Demon se
[Verse 2: Talha Anjum]
I got no love for these studio gangsters
Yaar baili saare he daily offenders
Rub me the wrong way and you’re fucked boy
Like we're haq parast, hard hitting, cold blooded killers
Koi hai shak agar, pull up fauri door karun
Aadatan majboor, late main har shoot par hoon
Suhbat dekh meri, dakus with chaku’s
Shut your city down, jaise rules koi nai laagu
Umeed pe hai duniya qayam and I’m just hopin’
Mujhe rappers sun ke game karein soak-in
My homies laugh at you, boy, you must be joking
Urdu rap, Mos Def, tum keh lo sure thing
Fake nai chhotay, akal pakad, sab idhar asal
I’m Young Stunners, chal tu keh le double trouble
I got sultan with me, par main nahi koi saint
I got UMAIR with me, homie we’re not fuckin' playin'
Abhi bhi asli sheher-sheher, gali-gali
Teri hat rahi hai, I know teri jali-jali
Lyrical murder, rap game ki badi-Balli
Bitch, I’m back, this is Top Boy, I’m big-sully

[Part II]

[Intro: Talha Anjum]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Back like big sully (Let’s go)
Let’s go (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Talha Anjum]
When I walk up to the scene, toh yeh saare bolein
King back
King back
King back
Jo yeh saare ban'na chaahte wo tou main already
Been that
Been that
Been that
When I’m on the stage, see how everybody
Sing back
Sing back
Sing back
When I walk up to the scene, toh yeh saare bolein
King back
King back
King back

[Verse: Talha Anjum]
Bitch, I’m back with that Rap/Hip-Hop (Yeah)
Londay laude lag gaye while tryna keep up (Word)
Jo bhi phassa usse scene se hi gayab kiya (Facts)
Main nai Pusha T, par Coke par bhi rap kiya (Haha!)
Na-insaafi nai kisi se bheje Pepsi Visa'y (Word)
Hop a plane, Emirates, poori nai hain neendein (Poori nai hain)
Pop champagne, really we don’t need a reason
Masses mein sunein, I got fans in different regions
Easy, easy, baby, everything is easy (Easy)
Aaj-kal pay day hai toh duniya saari greedy (Greedy)
Fuck an award, mera mindset hi eidhi (Word)
Yeh naam household, fan hain ghar pe baap aur beti (Beti)
It’s like I make Hip Hop look good
Baatein nai kitaabi, you can’t fuckin’ look through
Shook ones nai, yeh shook two’s
Main aur Demon throwing fingers up like fuck you, I’m out