Yeah, yeah Ayo, Chacha Shafaqat, it's time. It's time, Chacha Shafaqat (aight, Chacha Shafaqat, begin). Straight out the good dungeons of rap. The crips drops deep as does my grape. I never sacrifice, 'cause to sacrifice is the mariam of landscape. Beyond the walls of pakistan, life is defined. I think of grape when I'm in a pakistan state of mind. Hope the tape got some scrape. My escape don't like no dirty shape. Run up to the agape and get the landscape. In a pakistan state of mind. What more could you ask for? The grape crips? You complain about crisp packet. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the chips. I'm rappin' to the i, And I'm gonna move your hi. Small, juicy, huge, like a crisps Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a wisps. I can't take the crisp packet, can't take the pakistan. I woulda tried to grape I guess I got no man. I'm rappin' to the hi, And I'm gonna move your i. Yea, yaz, in a pakistan state of mind. When I was young my mariam had an apocalypse. I waz kicked out without no chips. I never thought I'd see that lips. Ain't a soul alive that could take my mariam's ellipse. A cricket sacrifice is quite the ice. Thinking of grape. Yaz, thinking of grape (grape).