Quarantine
credit written perform by KRYTHA mix master by EMO cover art is inspired by MAKASAM Beat is reprod lyrics First of all, you cried for the collab, trying to grab a tab, Now you're leaking in the lab, acting like a scab. In the DMs acting friendly, trying to be my brother, Now you’re shook and trembly, running to your mother. You’re typical, I’m lyrical, my bars are purely surgical, Your rap is barely physical, your mental state is critical. You’re crying over plays, but your talent’s in a haze, Just a ghost of a phase, lost in your own maze. You want the reach, you want the hype, you’re just a typical type, Until I swipe the pipe and leave your whole career ripe. "Where did I lose?"—boy, you lost when you started, Now you’re broken and departed, simply faint-hearted. Tera saara scene lagta quarantine, hai bimari tu, Meri shayeri ye bhaari kyun? Kyunki khiladi hu. Tu hai fake-ish, tera status hai bas data-less, Mera ate-us wala hatred kare create mess. Tu hai narcissist, karle hard resist, par ye darkest twist, Tujhe mark-is-missed, meri sharpest wrist kare carcass list. Tera career hai barrier, tu bas scarier banne ki koshish mein, Main warrior ka carrier, tu be-hosh hai mad-hosh-ish mein. Tu clout-chaser, main doubt-eraser, tera route-eraser, Tera house-glazer, mera mouth-blazer, asali south-pazer. Ye typical hai, lyrical hai, poora miracle ye flow mera, Tu critical hai, miserable hai, ab go-get-low beta. Teri ghatiya ye bakchodi, tu hai chutiya No. 1, Tujhe pattiya nahi battiya, seedha dhuniya kare hum. Ab rona-dhona band kar, ye khona-paana khel nahi, Tere jaisa-waisa vaisa-jaisa, meri jail mein mail nahi.
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credit written perform by KRYTHA mix master by EMO cover art is inspired by MAKASAM Beat is reprod lyrics First of all, you cried for the collab, trying to grab a tab, Now you're leaking in the lab, acting like a scab. In the DMs acting friendly, trying to be my brother, Now you’re shook and trembly, running to your mother. You’re typical, I’m lyrical, my bars are purely surgical, Your rap is barely physical, your mental state is critical. You’re crying over plays, but your talent’s in a haze, Just a ghost of a phase, lost in your own maze. You want the reach, you want the hype, you’re just a typical type, Until I swipe the pipe and leave your whole career ripe. "Where did I lose?"—boy, you lost when you started, Now you’re broken and departed, simply faint-hearted. Tera saara scene lagta quarantine, hai bimari tu, Meri shayeri ye bhaari kyun? Kyunki khiladi hu. Tu hai fake-ish, tera status hai bas data-less, Mera ate-us wala hatred kare create mess. Tu hai narcissist, karle hard resist, par ye darkest twist, Tujhe mark-is-missed, meri sharpest wrist kare carcass list. Tera career hai barrier, tu bas scarier banne ki koshish mein, Main warrior ka carrier, tu be-hosh hai mad-hosh-ish mein. Tu clout-chaser, main doubt-eraser, tera route-eraser, Tera house-glazer, mera mouth-blazer, asali south-pazer. Ye typical hai, lyrical hai, poora miracle ye flow mera, Tu critical hai, miserable hai, ab go-get-low beta. Teri ghatiya ye bakchodi, tu hai chutiya No. 1, Tujhe pattiya nahi battiya, seedha dhuniya kare hum. Ab rona-dhona band kar, ye khona-paana khel nahi, Tere jaisa-waisa vaisa-jaisa, meri jail mein mail nahi.
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