1. |
Represent (Indus Remix)
03:41
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Jay Alvi:
uh, dou hazar sath, mainey seekha pehli baar jab alfazon ka milap,
lajawab ahsas jo mujhey hai aj tak yadh,
kaghaz par mainey kiya apnay aap say baat,
muzaakraat, mera raha muqabla khud he say,
ghuroor nahi hai , bala woh buri hai,
churi hai, yah hai yeh meri zubaan,
kissi ki bus ki baat nahi kay day day lagaam,
sabsey alag hoon main dekho meri teri udhaan,
chalay hain jab merey ganay lagay angheti main aag,
redi kay daam walay baki saray hain rappers,
main gunga hota behtar , main lunga inki kehkar,
safura say lekar batura kay upar ,
merey jaisa lao kahin dhoond kar , shooter. x 2
Haivaan:
Ethay khalta main aan mera naa haivaan
Chalay aandhi toofaan jaddun karan main beyaan
Aj teri kahani meri zabaani
Dojeya nu chad kaka teri hai wari
Tere jaye mundeya nu sidha jana eh paar,
Tere soochne toh pehlan main karna waar
Nalleh ik gal hor rakhni hai yaad
Eh wadday hathyaar teri 32bore
Kad tusan fir esan karne o load
Ena gallan toh phelan main ser dena khol
Main chaskay ni layna main nak dena phor
Kad deniyan ankhan teri gichi deni mor
Khair ni ho udhi jera ghori pa takay
Gal toh pehlan ethay chalde ne taphay
Jay mile nijaad la lai tu hisaab
Hai kida naam badshah tey kiday ser taj!
Polymath:
Flow ghaleez jese public ghusalkhanay
Mein zehni mareez kyunke phirda pagalkhanay
Zehreelay hain alfaaz bhai, likhta nai taranay
Tanziya hai andaaz jese Manto k afsanay
Aaho old school beat he maidaan-e-jang
Qatl-o-gharat mein jeet, mein Taimur-e-Lang
Phele Bhaarat mein geet beshak border ho band
Mosiqi makhmoor jese charas aur bhang!
Aath bar mein tu done, par mein abhi hwa shuru
Awaaz meri bhaari, darwaze saare toru
Alfazi kalabazi, qaafiye saare joru
Maroru, mein Sikandar baaki Poru
Laal Salaam, karu property sieze
Jese Bhutto, aaho, cheeno zameen, nationalize the scene
Kyunke daulat ki baat, mere liye tauheen
Communist log, yara mere ham-nasheen
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translations:
Jay Alvi
2007, the time i learnt the manipulation of words ,
an unmatched feeling that i remember till this day,
I conversated with myself on paper, A discussion,
I stayed competing with myself,
I’m not vain, Vanity is a sin,
Is it a blade ? Or this just my tongue ?
Nobody is capable to rein me in,
I’m unique, check my zigzag ascent,
Whenever my songs play , the coals catch fire,
These other rappers are sell for cheap,
i should’ve had impaired speech , for i will announce before killing them,
Safura to Batura , try to find someone like me x2 , Shooter !
Haivaan
Here I stand, my name is Haivaan
Thunderstorms and tornados when i make my statements
Your story in my own words
Forget the rest, today it's your turn
Guys like you will get thrown out
I'll attack before you can even think
And one more thing you better remember
These big weapons and .32 caliber handguns
Take them out and load them
Before that I'll have already split open your head
I don't fuck around, I'll break your nose
Rip out your eyes and Twist your neck
Not safe for those who stare
You get beaten up before uttering a word
And when you're let free, you can make the calculation
Who's the king, on who's head is the crown
Polymath
Flow filthy like public toilets,
Mentally ill coz i hang out in asylums,
My words are poisonous, I don't write anthems
Worldview sardonic like the stories of Manto
Yes, this old school beat is the battlefield
Victory in brutality, I'm Timur/Tamerlane
Songs reach India even if the border's closed
Music intoxicating like 'charas' and 'bhang' (forms of cannabis)
You're done in 8 bars, but I've only begun
My voice is heavy, breaking down the doors
Somersaulting words, constructing rhymes
Twisting them, I'm Sikandar (Alexander) everyone else is Poru (Porus)
Red Salute! I sieze all the property like Bhutto
Yes, steal the land, nationalize the scene
Coz talk of wealth is an affront to me
Communist people are my sidekicks/companions
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2. |
Savage
03:00
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Polymath:
Suckers tremble, I turn minds to rubble
Call me Babur, coz I'm bashing your temple
Disassemble those who's foundation is weak
I make structures collapse with just a little tweak
I'm a beast, best believe I'm prowling in your lair
Claws on your chin and I'm growling in your ears
Smell the beer from my breath, mast malang til I'm dead
Bust my lungs til they red, no return, fuck the meds
Stormin B3 with a G3, not the first Pakistani
To invade this territory, damn I'm sorry
Polymath ain't a peace emissary,
A police adversary, an obese mercenary,
So hop on this merry-go-round if you wanna get down
To the sounds of the militia storming your town
Fuck a joint, fuck a mic, just pass it around
Jay Alvi:
its the sickle wielding sicko, pass the zippo,
let me light one up before i smash this tempo,
attack this instrumental, let me give you some time,
before i spit out the lines that would tickle your mind,
this is a serious joke, look at the stream of the flow, (no turbulence),
seems like its out of control, where is it meaning to go? (you heard of this?)
I murdered this, burning inferno like a furnace is,
an earnest mind, call me the current time Copernicus,
Just a learned kid, ducking on my serpent friends,
Acting real cool, but certainly just purposely,
Only real dudes that be hanging in my circumference,
Gotta keep it a hundred, the double of what Curtis is,
Boom bap shit, this is the real rap shit,
The salmons in the mainstream, going backwards,
We reaching out to the classics, the magic given unto us by the masters.
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3. |
Rebels n' Goons
01:31
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Jay Alvi:
shoutout to the beyond, Craig mack and biggie smalls,
Inspiring youths from the booths in new york, yo true talk,
the message delivered was really scribbled,
by legends on a pad, the records making us mad,
apprentices of these raps , now we here for the goods,
Tell you to go and break a leg before we breaking your foot,
Daranti Group, in your aunties room, Tasting the cook (slurp),
And we looking for the platter, Alvi be her favourite rapper.
Hip Hop is my girl and i’m ten years deep in her,
I eat with her, not to mention also sleep with her,
We in the comfort zone, i really feel at ease with her,
Not abusive but im sharing all my beats with her,
Hear the sound waves , travelling from here to Bombay ,
Merey londay, ghumay aisey jaisey don hain,
And we gonn play , dekho uthay sabkay rongtay,
So jani have a fun, just know that i’m the one.
Polymath:
Got the flavor for your ear, the salt for your wounds
I keep the mehfil nodding from the dusk til the noon
My crew gets respect from the rebels and the goons
Sammy boy representing from the womb to the tomb
Give a brother room as I slay another sucker,
These phony motherfuckers, underground undercover,
Faking love for the music, but abusive is this lover,
Kulhara in my gaddi making all the brothers shudder, yeah
I’m on my own shit, not about the trends, no
Driving in my Cuore, don’t need no Benz, no
Chasing after riches, labels got you in the friend zone
Desi rappers losing focus, adjust the lens bro
Dropping heads though, Mullah Omar in his prime
Homer drinkin straw wine, rhymes placed like landmines
Landslides, you’re caught in my headlights
Driving in my Cuore, blasting out your death rites
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4. |
Tharak, Roti, Tashadud
02:28
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Haivaan:
Gaya 2018, na koi chaskay na lara yara
Gali walay rhymes bhai beatain awara
Deakh mic pe haivaan, hungi neendain haraam
Barz nahi hum machaye kohram
Le kar aye aik pehgham, qatal e aam
Ab hoga shuru yahan subho sham
Yeh mainstream walon ki hum gand nahi songtay
Yeh filmi sitaron k loray nahi chooptay
Hum chut’tay tere jaison k munh pe
Peeche palat deakh tera munh ghoome
Jhoomay mere sath mein publik
Paidaishi tu gandu jaisay koi manglik
Mang k likh beshaq tu ganay
Meri tarfo behn tu yuwale
Lalay, tujhe jaan k par gaye.
Daranti hai hath mein aur tere ghar wer gaye.
Polymath:
Wazan mera ziada, beat khaane ka mein aadi
Cut hai halal par mein seedha saadha 'raami
Baaghi, peeta jaam, khud ka saqi,
Likhta sher Yazdani, wairagi inquilaabi
Aaho old school jese STN
Old school itna yara and you can't comprehend
So grab the pen, get the qalam
Feel the talab in the maghaz
Tum ek talib yeh ek sabak
Get to work, roll the charas
Lagi hip-hop class aj boom-bap madrasay mein
Hogi saari baat sach, listen what the teacher say
No headphone, gaane wajay sirf speaker pe
2pac clones mere lun se
Nai karte yeh gangster chutiapa, desi tamasha
Rap game ka mein chief, tu pakar mera rocker
Motorhead jaanu, maare tujhko Bomber
Heavy metal style, karein tujhko conquer.
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Translations:
Haivaan:
2018 has went and no one is doing anything decent
They drop street bars but their beats wander aimless
But on the mic is Haivaan and your sleep will be fucked
We don't spit bars, we make people mourn
With our message of indiscriminate slaughter
It will thus begin every morning til evening
We don't sniff the assholes of mainstream people
Nor suck dicks of film stars
We instead fire straight in your face
You'll fall back as your head spins
As the public dances with me
You're just unlucky since birth
And you can ask others to write for you
Or even get your ass kicked at my place
We're after you with a bloodlust
The sickle in our hands and we've burst through your front door
Polymath:
I'm a little overweight, I eat a lot of beats
This cut's halal but I'm straight up haram
Rebel, drinking wine, my own bartender
Write holy rhymes, ascetic revolutionary
Yes, I'm old school like STN
So old school that you can't comprehend
So grab the pen, get the qalam (Urdu for pen)
Feel the urge in your brain
You're a student, this is a lesson
Get to work, roll the charas
It's a hip-hop class in a boom-bap madrasa (religious school)
Everything said will be true, listen what the teacher say
No headphones, songs blast only on speakers
2pac clones can fuck off
We don't do gangster bullshit or desi fuckery
Chief of the rap game, you can grab my rocker
Motorhead mate, Bomber will attack you
Heavy metal style, we'll conquer you
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Jay Alvi:
It's the most non celebrated greatest always in the making,
couldn’t care about a throne if it was there for the taking,
It is blatant, I am shameless, no mistaking, I aint faking,
I am lazy, stationary, amazing like a painting.
So take a peak, take a peak,
Gotta get up off your knees to be able to see me,
get rid of your little judgement you’ll know that i come clean,
You’ll know this is unseen,
The dopest among fiends.
So take a hit of this and pass it around,
all this sick shit were rapping aloud,
These new rappers be mumbling and babbling out,
we really let you know what rap is about, (its a fact no doubt).
Daranti Group moving y’all, til we get through to y’all,
its about time for a hip hop coup d’etat,
Supercharged, the movement marching on with ruthless bars,
aint no holding back, we stay strapped for the truer cause.
All you whack rappers better ring the alarm,
let me pass the mic to my brothers in arms.
Polymath:
It’s that death from above, raining bombs from the sky, brother
Me and Jay, we takin’ flight like the Wright Brothers
Night lovers, nine planets round Divine Mothers
Wine guzzlers, spiritual so we shrine smugglers
And for some I guess that’s complicated
But the beat is an altar, we just venerate it
Yet not intoxicated
I feed on the sun and you feel these rhymes radiating
Round your mental hemisphere, blitzin’ like a charioteer
Hackin’ n’ slashin’ at fake rappers til they reappear
Dungeons and dragons, I’ll puncture your wagons
Watch you slip to your death, sippin Murree, straight laughing
Dancing on your grave, no respect for you
Chanting out in rage, no regrets jaanu
Coz I gotta keep the yin with the yang, like the juice with the gin
Too much of either and I’ll fall apart again
Poetik Justis:
Hold tight better check the microphone right
Cuz these sixteens'll make a million off a fortnight// If I ghostwrite, EMF dies
the whole night/roll tight,
And Tell Kode to Get his code right/I see everybody/
And your style is a read only copy//edit that shit/don't act like a bitch/act like a bitch and you get smack like a bitch/wassup I'll have you seein two crosses in front like C++/The game is all fucked up/Shreyas wassup, why you hustlin backwards, why you wearing scarves with the old chappals and sandals? We all know a battle ain't something you comfortably handle/Ill see yall at the Next B3 tho, except you Smoke, you gotta finish your pedigree bro/ tired of this sucka shit, Hip-Hop for the love of it, so
I'll even diss gravity to Shaikh things up a bit//
what's the next topic
AJ you can catch this fire connection,
really put you in a Hot Fix//
There's a Lotta things I aim not to be,
Drugged up, Dying in poverty/
Misunderstood wit the Music Mediocrity
A bald Kav-E, or Hardknock discography/
Wheres all that anger and spirit,
There's only fire in the paint
When you match your tone with it
Don't be something else,
Just Have your own image
And stand alone with it/
known with it
Like Everytime that Rapture goes ribbit//
Teach X-CENTRIK
some Excel tricks
I guess that this ain't
no time for bad jokes/
It's Justhat he had problems last time he Adro//
This for the love of the battles/
The culture, the madness/
Pure lyrics in a track
As yall Attack each other back//
Make sure the shit ain't whack/Matta fact
Hollup lemme tell you why it's crazy to battle me/
I been around longer than they see battle leagues//
Fuck your feelings it's a rap when I gift your presence like shit fuck a gimmick don't got two fucks to give if you fuck up the lyrics/something different
this side of the scene/
bro you could get murdered on any beat/we don't make friends we make friendly enemies/yall thinkin small scale like a centipede/me I'm on another league, you aint on this team you in another team
I'm breathing apart, always leaving a mark,
Ciphers off the dome to written pieces of art,
Check my Insignia,
define initiatives I been meaning to start
The scene needs a spark,
Im pulling lyricists out the dark,
a week to respond,
To whoever sleepin on yall,
Is it even our fault
That we respect the art
More than mainstream media charts
Shit is deep in our hearts
It's a leap in the park,
Resurrect rap music
don't just keep it in bars/
It's a lethal assault/I might fuck around
And give Hip-Hop a new subculture//
This is Bodybag Rap
MothaFuck the vultures
Shout out to the real
emcees in the game
Know It's on us to make them
remember the name
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6. |
The Re-Introduction
03:09
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Haivaan:
Daranti Group kare move, chaon ho ya dhoop
Jaali rapperaan di ithay bund bandook
Daranti Group kare move, chaon ho ya dhoop
Nakli rapperaan di aj maa di choot
Jay Alvi:
No you ain't dreaming, you're hearin this heathen breathin
I reason in the face of an ignorant race of people
Pledging blind allegiance to their men at arms
We've been going through a serious reverse rennaisance
Heaven calls me to retreat from my current cause
I just wanna enter hell's walls doing somersaults
Fuck em all, the rapper that these motherfuckers ain't got nothin on
You peepin toms
Trying to creep above and get a peak inside of hip-hop
Perverting the essence and message, making shit art
Thinking you're the coolest, you're strictly just a nuisance
All the music you're producin got the movement lookin stupid
Wannabe Sufi's
If they let you loose you'll be lynching us with nooses
And this is how we do this
Daranti Group is the movement
Haivaan:
Daranti Group kare move, chaon ho ya dhoop
Jaali rapperaan di ithay bund bandook
Daranti Group kare move, chaon ho ya dhoop
Nakli rapperaan di aj maa di choot
Polymath:
An Islamic alcoholic kickin straight up knowledge
When I rap I don't spit, I just straight up vomit
So brother, I'm on it, pass the gin and tonic
Reroute my brain, drop a funky sonnet
Animate the crowd, blast classics underground
Anarchist and proud, gas fascists to the ground
No escapin this primal sound
Propagate your fate, smashin states, all loud
My flow's volcanic, organic Indo-Iranic
Manic depressive, I don't panic when I'm stressin
Fuck what you heard bro, fuck what you be listenin
My approach is nihilistic, I explode like nitroglycerin
Wannabe Sufi's
If they let me loose I'll be blessing you with bruises
This is how I do this
Daranti Group mera movement
Haivaan:
Daranti Group kare move, chaon ho ya dhoop
Jaali rapperaan di ithay bund bandook
Daranti Group kare move, chaon ho ya dhoop
Nakli rapperaan di aj maa di choot
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