(Intro)YeahNo flex, no fear just me and this penThree faces, one soul let's go. (Verse-1)Yo, I came from the dirt with a verse and a curseNow I burn every beat like I'm first to rehearseYou rehearsed with your purse and your Prada shadesI wrote bars in a cage while I rotted for daysMomma never loved me, daddy never stayedSo I married the pen, every page I slayedNow I'm twisted gifted with infinite rageI snap like a glitch when I'm spittin' on stageNo gimmicks, no chains, no bullshit tagsJust pain in a pad, and a mind that dragsI'm the glitch in your matrix, virus in your flowYou rap like TikTok, I rhyme like WHOA (Verse-2)Main aaya tha pyaala tha khaaliZindagi ne sikhaayi nakaami kamaaliNa school mein star tha, shaala se nikaaliPar mic pe bana main toofan sawaariGaaliyan mili thi, izzat na bhariAb stage pe bajti hai taali pe taaliTu karta hai acting, nakhre nawaabiMain likhta hoon asli lafzon ki kitaabiNa paisa, na sponsor, na brand ka saharaBas gully ka launda kalam mera taaraJo bola "na hoga", ab wohi hai peecheMain chala tha akele, ab beat hai mere neeche!Ghamand nahi karta bas sach bolta hoonTere fake flex pe main khud rolta hoonScene ka crowd hai main shor nahi hoonMic ko pakad ke main chor nahi hoon! (Verse-3)Mic mera bandook, lafz meri goliTrigger my tongue and I'll shred your whole storyMain likh ke dikhata, tu search kare rhymeI bend syllables till they break outta timeGully ka product, jisme logic aur grindVladimir Putin with a nuclear mindTere flow mein flex, mere flow mein painYou got gold chains, I got gold in my brainMere verse mein Bharat, aur Detroit ka sparkNow imagine that combo, it's a lyrical arcKalam se likha jo, woh ban gaya zakhm ka recordCut like a sword, every rhyme's a psychological warYeh beat meri jaan hai, yeh mic mera dostThis pen's my syringe, I inject every doseNa chahiye fame, na trophy ka planJust a beat, a booth, and the rage of a manTu samjhe rap game? Yeh toh sirf surface haiI dug so deep, I bled through the verses, man!
