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Anik Khan
Columbus
[Chorus: Anik Khan]
Loading up the ship to roll
Riding every wave I know
This by any means, any time
Even if it's yours I'll take your spot and make it mine
Bitch I'm Columbus

[Verse 1: Anik Khan]
You never liked us in the first place
Never wanted us to win
Took us from our homes, put us on a boat
Left with us to cope with nothing but your sins
There's blood on the leaves and blood on your hands
You brought us disease and left us with angst
You showed no remorse, you gave us no chance
We showed you the world and this was your thanks
America was made from black backs and brown shoulders
Yellow and beige arms, we brought culture
We brought order, we brought fortune, we crossed oceans and taught for ya
No shit, we did all that, still you forced us to foreclosure
The borders, you cut us deep, then you cut corners­ now hold up
See you standing on cold corpses, but their souls are sewed in my garments

[Pre Chorus: Anik Khan]
Little did you know we would make it on our own
Built it with our bones­ yeah
Look at how we've grown­ yeah
Little did you know we would make this shit our home
Built it with our bones­ yeah
Look at how we've grown­

[Chorus: Anik Khan]
Loading up the ship to roll
Riding every wave I know
This by any means, any time
Even if it's yours I'll take your spot and make it mine
Bitch I'm Columbus

[Verse 2: Anik Khan]
This shit is ridiculous Columbus
You did this, you did this Columbus
Now as God as my witness, we took what you did and made this shit a business Columbus
I hope you know that I'm grateful Columbus
The curry in my pot is tasteful Columbus
You made up the game but we played you Columbus
So how can I hate you, I made you Columbus
Now I'm Columbus
Taking what's mine without the repercussions and light up the function
I like to feel right, I don't like your assumptions
Don't light me the blunt and let me get to fussing
Bitch I came up from nothing
I'll end your whole life with discussion­
The whole time with percussion
[Pre Chorus: Anik Khan]
Little did you know we would make it on our own
Built it with our bones­ yeah
Look at how we've grown­ yeah

Little did you know we would make this shit our home
Built it with our bones­ yeah
Look at how we've grown­

[Chorus: Anik Khan]
Loading up the ship to roll
Riding every wave I know
This by any means, any time
Even if it's yours I'll take your spot and make it mine
Bitch I'm Columbus

[Outro: Spoken Words In Bangla]
(āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇) āϭ⧇āĻŦ⧇āĻ›āĻŋ āĻ•āϤāĻĻāĻŋāύ
āĻ•āϤ āĻļāĻ¤ā§āϰ⧁āϰ āĻĒāĻĻāĻ•ā§āώ⧇āĻĒ āĻļā§‹āύāĻžāϰ āĻĒā§āϰāϤ⧀āĻ•ā§āώāĻžāϰ āĻ…āĻŦāϏāϰ⧇
āĻ•āϤ āĻ—ā§‹āϞāĻž āĻĢāĻžāϟāĻžāϰ āĻŽā§āĻšā§‚āĻ°ā§āϤ⧇āĨ¤
āĻ•āϤāĻŦāĻžāϰ āĻ…āĻŦāĻžāĻ§ā§āϝ āĻšā§Ÿā§‡āϛ⧇ āĻŽāύ, āϝ⧁āĻĻā§āϧāĻœā§Ÿā§‡āϰ āĻĢāĻžāρāϕ⧇ āĻĢāĻžāρāϕ⧇
(āĻ•āϤāĻŦāĻžāϰ āĻšā§ƒāĻĻ⧟ āĻœā§āĻŦāϞ⧇āϛ⧇ āĻ…āύ⧁āĻļā§‹āϚāύāĻžāϰ āĻ…āĻ™ā§āĻ—āĻžāϰ⧇)
āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āφāϰ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻ­āĻžāĻŦāύāĻžā§ŸāĨ¤
āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻĢ⧇āϞ⧇ āĻāϏ⧇āĻ›āĻŋ āĻĻāĻžāϰāĻŋāĻĻā§āĻ°ā§āϝ⧇āϰ āĻŽāĻ§ā§āϝ⧇
āϛ⧁āĻā§œā§‡ āĻĻāĻŋā§Ÿā§‡āĻ›āĻŋ āĻĻ⧁āĻ°ā§āĻ­āĻŋāĻ•ā§āώ⧇āϰ āφāϗ⧁āύ⧇
(āĻā§œā§‡ āφāϰ āĻŦāĻ¨ā§āϝāĻžā§Ÿ,) āĻŽāĻžāϰ⧀ āφāϰ āĻŽā§œāϕ⧇āϰ āĻĻ⧁āσāϏāĻš āφāϘāĻžāϤ⧇
āĻŦāĻžāĻŦ āĻŦāĻžāϰ āĻŦāĻŋāĻĒāĻ¨ā§āύ āĻšā§Ÿā§‡āϛ⧇ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻ…āĻ¸ā§āϤāĻŋāĻ¤ā§āĻŦāĨ¤
āφāϰ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϛ⧁āĻŸā§‡ āϗ⧇āĻ›āĻŋ āĻāĻ• āϝ⧁āĻĻā§āϧāĻ•ā§āώ⧇āĻ¤ā§āϰ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇ āφāϰ āĻāĻ• āϝ⧁āĻĻā§āϧāĻ•ā§āώ⧇āĻ¤ā§āϰ⧇āĨ¤
āϜāĻžāύāĻŋ āύāĻž āφāĻœā§‹, āφāĻ› āĻ•āĻŋ āύ⧇āχ
(āĻĻ⧁āĻ°ā§āĻ­āĻŋāĻ•ā§āώ⧇ āĻĢāĻžāρāĻ•āĻž āφāϰ āĻŦāĻ¨ā§āϝāĻžā§Ÿ āϤāϞāĻŋā§Ÿā§‡ āϗ⧇āϛ⧇ āĻ•āĻŋāύāĻž āĻ­āĻŋāĻŸā§‡
āϜāĻžāύāĻŋ āύāĻž āϤāĻžāĻ“āĨ¤)
āϤāĻŦ⧁ āϞāĻŋāĻ–āĻ›āĻŋ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āφāϜ : āϞāĻŋāĻ–āĻ›āĻŋ āφāĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻŽā§āĻ­āϰ āφāĻļāĻžā§Ÿ
āϘāϰ⧇ āĻĢ⧇āϰāĻžāϰ āϏāĻŽā§Ÿ āĻāϏ⧇ āϗ⧇āϛ⧇āĨ¤
āϜāĻžāύāĻŋ, āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ⧇ āϕ⧇āω āĻĒā§āϰāϤ⧀āĻ•ā§āώāĻž āĻ•â€™āϰ⧇ āύ⧇āχ
āĻŽāĻžāϞāĻžā§Ÿ āφāϰ āĻĒāϤāĻžāĻ•āĻžā§Ÿ, āĻĒā§āϰāĻĻā§€āĻĒ⧇ āφāϰ āĻŽāĻ™ā§āĻ—āϞāϘāĻŸā§‡;
āϜāĻžāύāĻŋ, āϏāĻŽā§āĻŦāĻ°ā§āϧāύāĻž āϰāϟāĻŦ⧇ āύāĻž āϞ⧋āĻ• āĻŽā§āϖ⧇
āĻŽāĻŋāϞāĻŋāϤ āϖ⧁āĻļāĻŋāϤ⧇ āĻŽāĻŋāϞāĻŦ⧇ āύāĻž āĻŦā§€āϰāĻ¤ā§āĻŦ⧇āϰ āĻĒ⧁āϰāĻ¸ā§āĻ•āĻžāϰāĨ¤
[echoes and fades away]