[Verse 1: Yashraj]
Ghabrate nahi hai spotlight se ye cypher wale ladke
Mile beat, karu box, ye decipher wali charche
Bhavishyakal mai aur dete OG wali darje
Fat ke gaali likhte comment me emoji wale ladke
Mujhe ghanta nahi farak chahe wo koi bhi hai
Mai karu slam nakli kaviyon ko woh bhi slam poetry me
Haan chun le IG ya fir bank account
Ye priorities hai geometry, go figure it out
Na kabhi maanga hai clout, toh aaya saamne se (facts)
Mai yahan mehfil jamau ya teri jaan leke (yeah)
Ye saari baatein dabau, chal
Hum naam lekе aate
Jaari hua red alert ab poora gaon dеkhe aa ke, huh
Mere ye sar me bhaar hai, halke me lete hai shaks
Yungie aur Frappe Full Power chaapenge Star-bucks
Dikhenge tujhe chaar ducks vo mosh pit me
Toh rakhna class aur bakwas ki doori haan zara chaar feet mein

[Verse 2: MC Kode]
Bhai gaya paach bahar ye andar
Akela tha toh beche nashe jaise ho vo culture
TV tha ni toh bhookhi raat ni paa ri khabar
Grind kar ni paa ra all winter, all summer
Full Power ke hek ke bahar 12-1 rapper ko fek ke joota tha
Hauz Khas ke parking lot pe mai raat ko ghumta tha
Mauke mile nai, kyuki mai ni dhundhta tha
Chahiye paani ka glass, vo bhi peetal
Pange le koi plate bata, bheetar
Ye vo street nai jahan bacche beche sneaker
Lathi charge Cypher pe, chheena mera speaker
Chauthi class pe chaar police wale jeep par
Leke gaye mere bhai ko kheech kar
Computer kiya chori, vo bhi dost ke saath pi kar
Case laga, judge dekha jaise Johnny Lever
Settle hua saalo baad jab case gaya deeper
Ussi PC pe Shady chacha bajta tha deeper, aur yahan pe
[Verse 3: Yungsta]
Bande bande dikhre desperate for fame and clout
Inhe aadat ni sadko ki rehte ye ghar pe safe and sound
Shhh, don't make a sound, ye karte saale itna shor
Hum likhte pure
Mai aata mic par karne tere favorite ko insecure
Paas ni mere time to rest, I'm spitting on this mic till death
It's not about the hype you get, it's all about the stripes you get
Karta mai zyada jhol nai, I do this with a clean conscience
I was dope before this gully boy shit
Got the scene popping, real talk on a banger
Bande bhool kaise jaate manners
Karna chahte saare compete
Bande bhool jaate they were a fan first
I don't give a fuck about your bank worth
I'm trynna find answers more than financers
Bande bhainkar, yeah we hold it down jaise anchor
Punches, tedi inki gardan kar di
I got mad cuts jaise surgeon sanki, na hai adchan jamti
Inki baaton me itne caps jaise Urban Monkey
Sab Full Power, the motherfucking gang, you listening to the finest
Situation se nahi hota kuch, it's all about the mindset

[Verse 4: Enkore]
Chala de ye choodi aur dete kat, kat pat bana re the movie
Baatein ye jhoothi, ye aadatein buri, par ye na tamashe ki soochi
Swagat jo haazir iss mehfil me, shaamil hona beta kaafi zaroori
Is cypher ke panne ke bina ikkees ki hoti kahaani adhoori
Bhaiyon me kaafi hai khoobhi, usse par zyada hai bhookh
Likhayi me bohot hai kala, aur qalam me utna hi truth
Karte hum rap, wrap karte hip-hop, samajhdar bache ni bohot
Gawaye hai fans par baka ni jhooth, everything comes with a cost
Moti hai jeb par chhoti hai soch, kaise tu banega boss
Do anything just to get the cheque, when you get the cheque y'all get got
They just do it for the blue tick, gulaabi note kaate ruthless
Sacchai bhi swaad anusaar, choreographing the music
Phone pe baccho ki ungliyan, kar le tu ungli pe naach
Gote bhi paiso ke haath me, mere toh mere hi paas
Inpe toh aati hai hassi, dekh ab milegi sazaa
Munawar ke desh me maaf ni karte mazaak